to be lit up from within
vein by vein
They’d all gone their separate ways after the dinner party – and that left ample amounts of time for Melita to ponder and plan. Rather than reacting wholly on impulses, she’d jotted down ideas as she completed several other tasks, then flew her skyship towards Halo. By the time she’d managed to put everything together, the calculations had actually taken days; a record for the Honeybee’s forethought capacity. As for the meaning behind that, she didn’t quite touch; leaving it angled in the air for her to mull over when she wasn’t sneaking through Iskra’s makeshift workshop.Upon first glance it wasn’t…much. The demigod could surmise she didn’t know much about chopping wood, but he’d probably eventually need something much larger for his operations. More looks around axes and open spaces signified, at the very least, it would be very easy to decorate. “All right,” she hummed towards her companions. “Streamers first,” as she shoved her sleeves back, paying mind to the roaring hearth. Uncertain over how much time they'd have, she'd work fast.
Between Sila, Fangorn, and herself, a number of adornments, trimmings, and embellishments were added to the wooden, minimalist patterns; balloons tied to rafters, bright hues and colors mixed along strips of paper to signify banners. She’d found some duck patterned pennants too, and then placed a few she’d accrued over her wild magic incantations along window sills and any other solid surface – several in Ludo designed facets, and one that looked Goose-like.
Backing up and surveying the scene, she studied the domicile. Instead of looking like a plain area, now it was well…a portion of hod-podge, brightened melees. Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned, tilting her head and addressing both dragon and vampire gourd again. “I don’t know. Think it’s missing something?”
to be the sun
MELITA
