to be lit up from within
vein by vein
An idea had formed in her mind, branched off of experience, objects and artifacts already quantified, and the notions of the stretch of the sea – wandering forward, stretching out her semblances to the statue and shrine immersed into the wake of the water. Her hands brushed over the stone, toes skimming over the surface as she glided, the bangle of her Fae anklet hallmarking the opportunity to simply move uninhibited along the shallow ends. Fangorn remained on shore, hastily bounding back and forth along sands and ports, while Melita rummaged through her bag, producing several trinkets she’d managed to gather. Placing the miniature toys, little chess and checker pieces, and a few differently colored rocks (from bobbing amongst streams), along the boulder, she inhaled a strong, sturdy breath, eyes out across the ocean. Then she bowed her head, summoning her strength, her might, and her will. “Ludo, I have a request.” to be the sun
MELITA
