to be lit up from within
vein by vein
While not overwhelming, there certainly was a lot to look at, and more than once Melita hovered, studying portions she found intriguing, before moving on, worried they weren’t good enough. The dog outline wasn’t quite Goose’s shape or the equine’s wings weren’t exactly outstretched enough, and then she found herself getting frustrated with the sudden perfectionist outlook; which had never been her calling. Huffing a breath at both herself and the impending situation, she made her way down another row, before she heard Aithne calling her over. And thankfully, the summonings had been just right. Zipping her way over, Melita dropped to a crouch to inspect, finger glossing over the silver pegasus on each side. “Ooh, this looks good. Way better than what I found,” at least, for the current purpose. Considering she could also paint over the beasts so they matched Iskra’s parents images and outlines, she grinned, rising back up. “Perfect, actually. Nicely done.” Snagging at the box, she raised it towards the vendor, glancing over her shoulder towards the Ancient again. “Want to help me put the confetti in? Then I need to pick up the actual gift.”
to be the sun
MELITA
