to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“I think it depends. Most of the time I’ve just had to find items or do certain tasks.” The last had been the ghost whale charm, to strive and keep the Ark safe from those damned heathens of the sea. Not forgotten was the promise she’d made years ago – tucked in the back of her mind – made zealously, ardently, with all the fervor of youths immediately lost in the patterns of this world. As for Frey, or whichever proportion he deigned to follow in their wake, she wouldn’t press or ask any further. A slight smile was granted, before maneuvering off of the log, intending to dim, then cease with the fire altogether. “We’ve probably done enough for the night. Want to head back?” She gestured with her chin towards the Ark, while she gathered up the remaining supplies, including the precious marshmallows and liquor.
to be the sun
MELITA
