to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Grabbing hold of all the necessities and materials, minus the actual gift, the two impulsive ladies could frolic and skip and scramble over to a bench nearby. Placing the chest down, Melita snagged at all the other things from the latest purchases – the endless amounts of glitter, the roses (though, she furrowed her brows at one petal already missing and glanced Fangorn’s way – the gourd didn’t even bother looking sheepish). Tapping her finger on her chin, given over to the momentary whim of the instant, she nodded. “Glitter first, but not all of it. Just a bottom layer and then I’ll save the rest for when I put the present inside.” Handing over some of the packets, and keeping several for later, she opened the portions up, beginning to disperse the adornments of tiny colors and shapes with capricious efforts, watching as they stuck to all angles within the box.
to be the sun
MELITA
