to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita openly stared at her uncle as some other notions about Ru made it to the surface. Ones she wasn’t aware of. She’d known the Valkyrie for a long, long ass time, and so her eyes narrowed, the speculation rampant. ‘Got a little shitty’ could mean a great horde of possibilities, and her nosiness was nearly compelled to ask. But based on Sunjata’s lack of elaboration and Flora not yielding an inquiry either, she thought it best to simply let it fade off.
Until she got another opportunity. But the feathers were very pretty and deterring enough, and her little avaricious hands dearly wanted to snag. The exercise in control today had been somethin' else.
Glancing back at Flora, she shrugged, and tried to turn her mind to…tablecloths.
Such things had never been the highlight of the Honeybee’s focus, so she strained and stared at the varieties – mind instinctually just going towards hues she thought Ru might like. “This one is fun!” Pointing directly to the second one, with midnight blue and the iridescent greens.
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Mel picks tablecloth two!
to be the sun
MELITA
