to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her own invitation had been tucked along her nightstand; awaited, maybe, in between her bouts of trepidation and apprehension, shoved aside for another day. For another hour. For a time not meant for merriment. So she pushed the brimming, quelling things down, down, down, and instead, rummaged through the bottom drawers, where she’d tucked away presents acquired long ago. When she’d known, understood, Nate’s value for Sunjata, when things stuck and stayed as opposed to everything else. Acquiring her goods, she wrapped them carefully, placing them within her bag, snagging at Fangorn nestled at her feet, and then hastening off.She trailed after the bonfires, the cast colors of sunset, the seasonal swing of Deepfrost. Her eyes went immediately to the others in the vicinity, and she bided her time, waving casually to Aurelia and Milo, eyeing the available drinks, refreshments, and snacks. Something burrowed and buried inside her as she waited to meet with her family, and she fought it off again – because this was their moment, and she wasn’t here to spoil it. Not for the instant, anyway.
Eventually she glided over, a devilish grin adorning her features. “A formal congratulations, then,” noted with a cheeky, Cheshire smile, coming forward to embrace them both, to share her strength and adoration in accord. Then she lifted up her own gift, unwrapping the objects and artifacts to extend them outwards for inspection, perusal, and taking. “I’ve had them for a while.” Then she stood back, hands tucked behind her, waiting to see their reaction – twin daggers, both adorned, enameled, and embedded with metallic feathers at the hilt, some blue, some silver. The only features not identical to one another were the sun on Sunjata’s, and the moon on Nate’s, nearly hidden at the top of the handle.
to be the sun
MELITA
