to be lit up from within
vein by vein
When no one seemed to be intrigued by the duck décor, Melita narrowed her eyes. She would have to up the ante, or leave them amidst other thresholds. Winding her way towards the table of food – and remembering to grab herself some (donuts, and some little cinnamon spiky things with cookies, and oh some cider), she decided to place the toys where food had been. In place of empty portions, there laid a pink one. A purple one. A gigantic black one. One purposefully meant to look like Ludo; rags and all. Satisfied, and figuring some would pick them up to give away or whatever, she skipped off, back to her lanterns.
to be the sun
MELITA
