to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Twenty!” The youth hollered, loud and clear in case the gourd had managed to cover a fair amount of distance. From there, she launched off her chosen rock, and began seeking, contorting, crouching along the mist. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Was a hum and a clarity, and she probably would’ve been left searching for far longer, had she not heard her companion call out.A screeching grumble echoed from his small expanse as another creature sought him out. The survivor of many assaults and sieges, Fangorn knew how to hide, how to best many a predator, and began whipping out his vines in a potential, seething domination – or try to seem supreme – over a pup. Melita raced forward, hardly noticing the other individual, grabbing hold of the pumpkin with devastating, swift ease. Protective and guarded and resolute, she turned back over her shoulder towards the man and his wolf, brows furrowed. “We were playing a game,” by way of explanation. “He’s my companion.”
to be the sun
MELITA
