to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Nothing more than strength, and some strategy on Sunjata’s part, was required for this turn of movement and motion. Despite the aching nuances in her muscles, in her joints, in her spine, in places where wasn’t even aware she had force and power, the honeybee growled and lifted. Between the three of them, the bone was lifted out of the surf and swell, and though they were drenched, and soused, they inclined towards the dry land.And then could drop it upon the sand, for inspection and perusal.
A big breath, a forceful inhale, then exhale, coincided as she stood closer, crouching over the filaments. Fangorn grumbled something by her ankles, but her hands surveyed over the weather-beaten frame, some shortened piece of a fin perhaps, taking a glance at where waves might have shorn it apart, where something, somewhere, had ensured this massive beast didn’t live.
Enough of a boon for today then.
“I think we did it,” she whispered, and then grinned, wide and Cheshire, at the pair before her. Eventually, she’d place it along a tarp, easier to manage, carry, and drag that way, to complete the rest of the rituals. But for now, she could pull a couple bottles out of her bag, celebratory swigs for a job well done. “Thank you guys. We pulled it off.”
A shock to all of them, probably.
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That’s a wrap! Thank you everyone!
{FIN}
to be the sun
MELITA
