to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The only thing that kept Melita from whining and whinging about the current state was being able to use the skyboats. Sure, she liked the prospects of all of Torchline being protected, but the promised chaos was more up her alley and speed. So she didn’t even gripe as the plans were announced and made, steeling herself with a Cheshire grin, arching her brow at the others, listening, nodding, plastering essentially only her own plans into formation. “Fabulous,” she smiled back at Flora, snagging at her bucket of shells and marching over to the Firecracker, beginning to unfurl the sails.
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Melita’s ready and has her shells!
to be the sun
MELITA
