to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
One more shot and volley, and she was content with the results – watching the last one they’d be striking against hit the sand and dirt. Fangorn ended up gathering the desecrated flock in his vines, and then floating along with Aidon in some foolish display of ridiculous, fiendish efforts. Inclining her head back towards Maeve, the youth nodded, content with the amount they’d mauled and marred. “Sure.” And there’d be plenty of food, feathers, and whatever other components they could use the Hels for.
For now, there were drinks to be had – a fine, successful day of vehemence shared and extended.
{FIN}
For now, there were drinks to be had – a fine, successful day of vehemence shared and extended.
{FIN}
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
