to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Yeah, but I talked to him recently, and still kinda had to convince him to go, so,” she shrugged, knowing the promise of such notions wasn’t the same as actually committing to them. Her uncle was the type to wallow and circle the drain rather than getting his head above water, and with the lack of emotions heightening the prospect of nothing sounding like a good time, Melita had put a little more urgency into the affair. She kicked at a pile of fresh snow and watched it pilfer around in gentle waves, before falling back to the ground. Then she shrugged, keeping him in the loop and updated, but she hadn’t heard otherwise either, unaware if anything had transpired.With the other drama though, she glanced up from her frolicking and granted a massive grin, content he appreciated gossip and drama they weren’t directly involved in just as much. “Okay, so. I don’t know if you heard Colt is trying to make Hak Etme actually, y’know. Livable. A sustainable region and everything.” And while the rancher certainly seemed determined, there’d be multitudes of obstacles in her way – such as people, more so than the environment currently. “Turns out Sohalia was helping her, and she offered her a position on the council. I guess Sohalia went to Flora and must’ve said something, because then Flora was mad at Colt at the party. A whole lot of misunderstandings or something else.” But that had seemed to be the crux of the issue.
Whether or not he’d want more details remained to be seen, so she arched her brow and her Cheshire lapse turned more into a small smile as he explained the ice sculptures; imagining competitions and tournaments over something amusing, rather than fire-forged fists and falling into demise. She studied an ursur one nearby, marveling at the tusks and size of the teeth; though not wholly true to form, it was impressive nonetheless. But when he said they must strive on their own, her cheeks dimpled, mind already concocting ways and methods before he offered the flames.
Her heart leapt out of her chest for multitudes, but her instincts still went for flames first; touching him along his hand and waiting for the embers to burst into her clutches too. “Can you show me?” It sounded as though it would take more contortion and thought, than her usual flair for destruction.
to be the sun
MELITA
