to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her hand was taken, but not for long; and the youth thought nothing more of it, exuding her warmth and generosity back to an individual that had once always pervaded the same. Even if things had changed, altered, beyond recognition, Melita would grant and give what Remi had always done, always exuded, for the rest of them. The girl’s smile didn’t fade either, light, airy, ethereal, as they discussed rocks, and she shrugged. Even if Remi wasn’t impressed, she had been. “Yes. Each of us shared one to remember the moment.” She dug around in the pockets of her dress, and extended the ivory stone out for the Alchemist to see in the palm of her hand, before tucking it back away, for safekeeping, for memories.
She hadn’t expected Remi’s blunt statement of the Ark’s captain, merely a name and nothing else, causing her brow to arch, the wonder in her skull bounding off, ricocheting through. Something felt off, and a little trepidation meandered through her skin, and her fingers clutched at the ends of her fabric, drawn around her knees again. She nodded her head, indicating she’d be aboard Jack’s ship. Her eyes went briefly to Fangorn as he rumbled around the silt and sand, making imprints where the dunes were damp from the waves. “I get to use the cannons,” sparked an effervescent, feral grin, a segment of pride, intending to erase the foreboding measures pervading along her veins.
to be the sun
MELITA
