lit up from within

but there's chaos brewing

underneath my skin

Portals and discoveries, a reshaping, reconfiguring, resculpting of worlds, an opening into more land, more ruins, more opportunities, and her heart lifted at the notion of the rumors, of the speculation. An ocean; and though it wouldn’t be like the ones she’d relished and cherished within Helovia, the fact that there was one was enough to set her restless spirit aflame. Together, vampire gourd and honeybee youth, rampaged and rejoiced, bag packed over her shoulder, along with weapons, ready to embark and encounter new, beatific, scattered moments, alight and luminescent, an effervescent plunge on the depths of her smile.

And when they arrived, it was like a dream. Fangorn hissed something, but the notions were gone, amiss, in her wonder and speculation, in staring out over the crystalline waters, in her unhinged jaw, in her widened eyes. “Isn’t it wonderful?” She questioned the pumpkin at her ankles, and then before she could even think (not a common thing for her to accomplish anyway), her shoes were off, her toes sunken into sand, hot and molten, a breath finally taken from her lungs. Then her limbs were racing, racing, racing towards the waves, the undulations of power, the promise of might, strength, and fortitude, a might and menace that had never been vanquished.

{Open! Anyone welcome! <3}

trying to hold in the storm

instead of making waves

MELITA