to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Maaaaaybe,” she inferred without explanation – blowing up Kaisel’s underwear had been the latest sting with far more to go – but the grin on her features gave away nothing but mischief in the interim. As Fangorn wound his way to her opposite shoulder, she hooked her arm through Aithne’s like they were old friends, eyes flickering over to the vegetable stand with a vague sniff. “I’ve been good. Busy, y’know,” with what wasn’t granted either; humming vaguely under her breath before diving into the next round of potential. “I am, however, looking for glitter, a box, and things I can use for confetti. Working on a little project.” At this she arched her brow, the smile growing broader. Sila snorted and Fangorn didn’t do much else but grumble; used to this sort of thing. “Know any good places?” An expectation, of course, that the Ancient, given her own brand of chaos, would have quick access to those sorts of things.
to be the sun
MELITA
