to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Maybe it was too late for his concern. Maybe she didn’t care anymore. Maybe it’d all be for naught, and she’d be wandering straight into something she couldn’t handle. “I might.” What held her here, besides him? Especially when he clearly didn’t need her? Her arms unfolded, dangling by her sides, a huff of a breath floating from her chest. His smirk laden there, as if he could push everything upon her and not face the consequences of his ridiculous stature, caused her gaze to narrow again; gilded haze of irritation and vexation. “You won’t be my only target.” Hell, if she could snag Loren and Sunjata on the same beach, along the same intervals, she could ignite two morons with one fireball. Save the world a little injustice, a little stupidity, a little asinine venture. Her lack of humor in the situation, in the face of his, ensured she meant every intonation.As far as training, she had been keeping up, adding to her arsenal. “Yes.” Weaver and her had exercised and instigated with blades, and she was a bit more confident in her abilities. It would likely save her aboard the ship: completely adequate with a sword, and strong, proficient, with her staff and bow. “Have you?”
to be the sun
MELITA
