to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Thank you,” accord to Loren, who attempted to mend her shoulder. Raza staying behind made sense, she could watch the dilapidated boat, stay out of harm’s way after such demonstrative rockfalls. “I’m okay,” in a way; but frustration, bizarre notions of guilt and failure, weren’t warranted in pain.She nodded to Loren and Sunjata, both willing to still follow her into ridiculous notions – she just wanted to try, just wanted to see, if there was anything else they could do. Utterly useless, she too wandered her way through the water, lifting her lantern, striving to see anything along the sides or the ceiling (watching this time), even with the red glow ahead. “Right,” the honeybee youth responded, desperate to make something of herself, to be useful, to do something other than drift along the currents of uselessness.
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Melita uses the lantern to see if there is anything weak along the ceiling or walls, and heads down the cave.
to be the sun
MELITA
