to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Her answer came on a casual shrug at first; saying nothing of the Ludo faction, aware her own trail of antics would follow on stories. Even those a little more furtive, like water balloons in Stormbreak, to avoid the Karen-esque situations, were kept silent; a slight smile to dispatch and disperse the other emotions warring through her. “I didn’t think you’d be the type interested in duck hunting or dodgeball.” Maybe if it was pirates and more of cannonball instead. “But yeah, I’ve been keeping myself busy.”
Her eyes studied him though as he answered, waiting for something to stab into her again, much as it had when Sunjata and Flora had informed her, in different details and spectacles. Somehow, she wasn’t truly surprised – and much more plausible than the hordes of other reasons she’d come up with on her own; missing his explanations until now (she hadn’t been worth it, indifference, she was very easy to erase..). “Gotcha,” in some way, she understood. The need to escape, to evade, to tunnel and burrow or fly off, renew or disappear. “So what’s the plan now?”
Her eyes studied him though as he answered, waiting for something to stab into her again, much as it had when Sunjata and Flora had informed her, in different details and spectacles. Somehow, she wasn’t truly surprised – and much more plausible than the hordes of other reasons she’d come up with on her own; missing his explanations until now (she hadn’t been worth it, indifference, she was very easy to erase..). “Gotcha,” in some way, she understood. The need to escape, to evade, to tunnel and burrow or fly off, renew or disappear. “So what’s the plan now?”
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
