to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She watched as Ludo, herald and youth, clambered along, snagging at her trinkets. “You’re welcome – you deserve ‘em,” she twittered in response, content to watch and witness any playful antics, sharing time and space with the raggedy essence. As for the dodgeball, and the fistfights that ensued, she grinned again. “Mm. Next time I can pick a warmer place for chaos.” She’d just figured Halo had been deserving its fair share of mayhem, without all the doom and gloom it’d received in the past few seasons. Maybe the Climb would be suitable…and they could throw fireballs instead…
Broken out of her musing, she listened to the descriptions and necessities for the required cannons, machinations already churning once more in different directions. Training (
[FIN]
to be the sun
MELITA
