to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Marching over to the merchant, who was giving her a wary eye as she excitedly tossed the whole lot on the counter, she glanced back at Aithne once she’d delivered the coin amount and pocketed the first round of necessities. “A gift!” she uttered with confidence and a grin; streamlining away from the apprehensive, newfound sentiments; bolstering her audacity and boldness because she’d managed to, somewhat successfully, impart a new portion of their lives with some clarity. There was much more to be done, but these were steps. “And what kind of gift would it be without added bonuses?” Empowered by the thought of Iskra opening the box and being covered in chaos before actually receiving the bestowal was like a present to herself. Glancing back and forth from the other stalls, she would have to rely on Aithne’s abilities once more. “I also need confetti – but it can’t be paper. I was thinking something I could just use to make on my own. And a box to put it all in.”
to be the sun
MELITA
