to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita’s grin remained its luminescent self, even as her brows widened, arching slightly, at the mention of not lightning, but starfire. Such was the impact of Safrin’s power, and the youth could only imagine the beauty surmised in the might and majesty of it. “Very fitting,” and she laughed – not thinking about how it would be utilized, surmised, for any future fault lines. She’d tread very lightly on those ranges, characteristically forgoing the thought of war on the imminent horizon.Fangorn disappeared in following Sugar – and Melita would’ve been concerned had she not seen a couple of vines snaking about back and forth. Her attention went back to Ronin, shaking her head. “I don’t think so. Most of it’s been covered. I just wasn’t in a big rush to go home just yet.” Not when the winter wonderland was present all around – the dazzling flakes, the memory snow, the weight of the powder lingering in boughs. The sand and dunes and sea were awe-inspiring, but so were the groves, the clearings, and the enigmatic twists and turns of the woods. She followed, traipsing, then launching in her boots, content. “A houseboat sounds lovely,” lazily drifting down rivers – maybe only ceasing when gulls pressed and the air turned salty. “Another skyport…” and her eyes went towards where the sun was streaking through bits and pieces of greenery. “Did you enjoy Stormbreak?”
to be the sun
MELITA
