the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
Grinning at her sister, Caly dips toward the honey cart – the vast majority of it warm and infused by the heat of the Climb, but thanks to a flare of magic and an ice box, there’s frozen honey placed within it – and just before her sister’s tugging them through the crowd to get to it, the young attuned snags her sister’s hand back. “Right above the jars!” Caly chimes, urging her sister to look up from the cold honey jars for the popsicles and candy on display right above it.
Honey lemonade popsicles and a chewy appearing tube of frozen honey that looks more like taffy than it does anything else. “Oh I’m so gettin’ a popsicle.” It’s her turn to tug her sister closer, beaming at the vendor the second they’re done battling the crowd to get up front so she can order the lemonade popsicle and whatever her sister would like.
Honey lemonade popsicles and a chewy appearing tube of frozen honey that looks more like taffy than it does anything else. “Oh I’m so gettin’ a popsicle.” It’s her turn to tug her sister closer, beaming at the vendor the second they’re done battling the crowd to get up front so she can order the lemonade popsicle and whatever her sister would like.
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
