to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
The honeybee youth arched her brow at the insinuation, but shrugged her shoulders, constantly trying to move away from the notions of the blight; where she’d likely been her absolute worst. She granted him a blunt nod thereafter, uncertain of what else to say or where else to go, while Loren kept at his alterations, intending to keep her out of it. She permitted the lightest round of laughter – because with any luck the sentiments and ruminations would hold true – and they’d be in better circumstances than in the past or present.
Astra’s goodbye was met with warmth and kindness, a stretch of her fingers to scratch at the luxere’s ears, under her chin, while Fangorn grumbled a salutations as well. Her eyes ghosted briefly upon the man, and then waved once more, following down her favored paths, the puddles a forgotten thing.
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Astra’s goodbye was met with warmth and kindness, a stretch of her fingers to scratch at the luxere’s ears, under her chin, while Fangorn grumbled a salutations as well. Her eyes ghosted briefly upon the man, and then waved once more, following down her favored paths, the puddles a forgotten thing.
{-FIN}
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
