to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Harper continued barreling, and she continued watching, head tilting a fraction to witness the bombardment of other citizens racing after him. Not fussed or concerned about the commotion, the youth simply gathered the rest of her supplies and weaponry lying on the beach, fastening them either to her person, or carrying them firmly, tightly, in her grasp. She’d spent far too long, growing up in the midst of chaos, to be perturbed by its facets – nonetheless intrigued all the same. What was the cause for this apparent reign of terror and villainy (especially since the latter was usually regarded in Torchline as an everday occurrence, expected in most circles). Armed, ready, and fervent, she scooped Fangorn into the crook of an elbow, and took up dashing all over again.Nimble, swift, keen on sand in bare feet and experience, she laughed at the entire display, at wild things chasing after the wind. The honeybee girl chanced a glance over her shoulder, and sure enough, the townsfolk were still there – pondering for an instance if she’d need her bow, her staff, or her daggers to fend them off if they couldn’t outrun, outpace, the individuals. “What did you do?” A giggle, merriment and mischief despite the present, looming possibilities of danger, an arch to her brow as they tore across the dunes.
to be the sun
MELITA
