to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“I knew I could count on you,” she chimed, grin content and mischief-laden, Cheshire embedded nuances taking over as Aithne steered the little group of companions and demigod towards the right vendors. It was an immediate showcase of all things bright and spectacular, and Melita’s eyes widened, round as saucers, as she parted from the Ancient to begin bouncing and bounding along the glitter table. “Oh, these are fuckin’ fantastic,” she uttered, ignoring the way a woman maneuvered her young girl away from the display and profanity.She wouldn’t be heading for the anatomic hearts, but the hordes of hues and shapes was enough to keep her attention occupied. The grand show of colors reminded her of the stones amidst Frey’s Breath, and she bickered back and forth, at war with herself, when she came across the blues, whites, and browns, figuring they’d be a nice combination to go along with her gift. “Gods this is hard to pick,” and the Honeybee’s eyes narrowed, speculating as she grabbed several packages - then saw an array of creature ones. “I definitely need these!” and she snagged the Pegasus shaped ones quickly, along with some starwhale and dragons for affect. And the dogs, who could…if one squinted, look like the outline of Goose.
to be the sun
MELITA
