to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She followed his line of sight, and saw nothing depicting his descriptions. No figures with tails, no merpeople lookalikes cast into the sanction, or the eerie ether lights. No bird heads cawing, trapping, enticing, and no wings with feathers, wild with plumage. Merely the waves, the gentle lull, rolling back and forth. “That’s true. You shouldn’t.” No swimming for the Ascended, even if he didn’t need to breathe – something else could be lurking out there. She’d met several dangerous possibilities on her own voyages.Melita was tired too, weary for the way the world had continually shifted into something barbaric, the way peace never seemed long-lasting, a fraction, a fragment, a figment, of repose they could grasp onto for as long as possible. But still, in the quiet, it dissipated. Her fingers splayed over Fangorn again, the threat gone for the moment. “Would you like to hear a story? Maybe that will make you sleepy.” A warm smile; she could conjure a fable to war away the sirens, the fictions.
to be the sun
MELITA
