to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Perhaps a fair judgement; but Melita could’ve waxed poetical on some of the reaches. Like the Bone Bridge, with its eerie, enigmatic mist, or the Oasis, with its blessings of water and glowing stones, or anything else notched in between that didn’t portray how much it had suffered. She could only imagine what it looked like after LongNight, and hadn’t dared to ask anyone who participated. So she shrugged, following up on finishing touches.The youth then dusted her hands, content with her contribution. She returned the hammer, somewhat reluctantly (as if leaving behind a good, old friend), and then polished a neat little smile. “Excellent. Good luck!”
And with that, she turned, Fangorn following in her tracks, heading towards the direction she’d been traipsing within.
{FIN}
to be the sun
MELITA
