to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The Honeybee hopped and skipped right after Aithne, led along through other sections of vendors. A more peaceful, subdued area; nothing like the flailing glitter area or the screeching prices of meats or produce. Melita wasn’t sure if she enjoyed it or looked around for the chaos. Regardless, they’d be making some of their own anyway.Her eyes went to the roses – debating internally. They certainly wouldn’t look like the flowers when she was done with them; all soft and delicate and then broken into pieces and portions to satisfy her impending surprise. “Those’ll do,” she winked, snagging at several white and blue ones, along with a softer, pale shadow of yellow. After giving some more coins to the merchant, she ran off her mental list as Fangorn beheld each package with his many vines. “Now just a box. Maybe a fancy one.”
to be the sun
MELITA
