to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita had learned through experience, through indications of the world – her mind musing while she frowned slightly, nothing found, nothing laden from the top of the bizarre perch. “They can’t be near fire. And they can’t feel pain.” Which made them formidable to certain extents; incapable of backing down, despite injuries becoming a prominent issue to their structure, one could surmise. She shrugged, wondering if there was anything else she was meant to indicate or remember; perhaps the rest would come later. Just a place for offerings left dead ends though, even while she crouched and wound her way around the center, irritated at the lack of answers. At not being able to find or locate anything. At not being to help. At not being able to come up with a solution, an answer, for those still sick. A vicious little sigh exuded from her lungs, folding her arms in an act of petulance, surveying the rest of their options. “Do you see anything else you want to look at?” Or had they come to a dead end, incapable of finding anything of worth?
to be the sun
MELITA
