to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The spin should’ve thrown her off-kilter, but instead she was absorbed and amused, laughing as she settled back onto the floor, surrounded by scents of pine. Her nose wrinkled as he stared her down, but rather than give way, she did the same, searching for something in the breathless torrent. Another emotion stirred, but with a notion akin to sadness; that he’d think this simple scenery was enough – and while no one had ever celebrated her nonsense either, there was a boundless weight of determination set into her that wanted to see this one engulfed; a one-upping of commemoration every time. Letting that slide away, her smile remained, despite the distinct clamor of heartless dominions. “I mean, he’s always got something going on, but yeah – I had no idea that Ru had died and the whole heart thing…,” came with a shake of her head. It might have come as no surprise that each one of Sunjata’s ill-fated relationships had made Melita that much more likely to steer clear of such entanglements. Iskra was an exception, and she’d made space for him with no parameters in sight, but still some caution thrown into the wind. Her brows furrowed significantly, and then she blinked it away, trying desperately not to let the melancholic conditions find a thriving knot in here.
While Sila and Fangorn encouraged Goose by roaming after the dog in all manners – from ground to air – it at least gave Melita the opportunity she sought. “Uhhh no, there’s more,” she winked and grinned again, ever the mischief in her gaze, sliding out of his grasp to saunter behind the counter to retrieve a box. Carefully chosen, wooden and large enough to hold something thereafter, it had been marked with pegasus’ burnt in amongst the sides, and she stood in front of him again, granting the bestowal with the pretense of her confidence. “Here you go! But let me know if you don’t like it, and I can have things adjusted-,” and then she swallowed that nervous, apprehensive coil down again.
Once he opened it, there would be the initial outpouring of more flower confetti and glitter, as ever promised (in all manner of hues and colors, but certainly made to match the blends of the impending gift). Under all the fanfare lingered two pegasus’ figures, expertly molded and crafted by Nikander, wings capable of unfurling outwards, as if they were meant to take off. She’d purposefully painted both to resemble what she knew of his parents’ shifts – the vivid hues of Ampere and her strong, emboldened qualities, and the prowess, powerful, halting nuances of Gaucho. “So you can have them by you all the time.”
to be the sun
MELITA
