to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her nose wrinkled in thought once more, not quite used to formulating multiple levels of plans. The temptation to go wandering to something premade was there, but Iskra deserved more than just her impulsivity. She’d already come this far. “Let’s go to the fancy chests,” she finally declared after another moment. Maybe he’d be able to reuse it for something within his shop or the guild. Then they could go frolicking in that said direction – of which the Honeybee hadn’t realized there was so many options. This vendor had a particular style of wooden, carved, burnt, or embedded things, and the demigod’s eyes widened. “Let me know if you see anything with a pegasus or a dog on it,” she whispered to Aithne, as she went scurrying down the rows of selections.
to be the sun
MELITA
