to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her hopes had been to fully deter them – staring at the assemblage of gourds made her realize that the hallucinatory properties of the staff might have been more unpredictable than her. Had she not been so pre-occupied, she could’ve noticed the gourd snagging at her ankle – instead, a veritable hiss left her lungs, the swell of pain agonizing through her foot. “Dammit," she snarled, and with Fangorn still caught by one of his own, she wasn’t about to flee or go anywhere.She attempted to kick off the one latching onto her ankle, then limped towards poor Fangorn, who was doing his best to snarl and gnaw his way out of their current jam. The honeybee child intended to use her staff once more, maybe to knock it away from her companion; otherwise her next step would be the fire within her quiver.
to be the sun
MELITA
