to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
The honeybee girl had been out of the loop since the blight, the pestilence overriding anything but the blistering, scorching need for menace. Thereafter, she hadn’t been entirely involved either, struggling to recover, striving to do better, but uncertain where to go after the guild burned, after LongNight’s end. She’d picked up bits and pieces of information from others along the way, mostly about portals, but couldn’t fathom why the Greatwood had been closed. Or what was out there. So she maneuvered her way into the Temple, recalling the last forum with Zariah and repressing a slight shudder, making her way over to Sunjata, her eyes flipping towards Hotaru with a casual, inquiring look, half-tempted to tell the large man that he looked awful. But she withheld, uncertain about anything and everything hovering in the void.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
