to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Limbs springing, strides light, ebullience and chaos stirred beneath her veins, each movement was a pulse of frenetic wonder and excitement. Not even remotely dimmed by the past circumstances of shitty festivals, her eyes were widened with wonder. “Okay, we have to get on one,” she motioned to Iskra, already pointing towards the more colorful hot air balloons. She could imagine it being not that much different from her skyship (only slower, and she could actually steer hers), but this one was kinda sorta controlled and contorted by fire. But then there’s cotton candy, and popcorn, and the hidden egg kiosk – and her mind whirled around moment by moment, bright grin etched on her features. “Ooh, hold on one second though,” because then she was bounding for the area, egg already in her clutches.
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Melita found the egg here: I only feel alive inside the flame
to be the sun
MELITA
