you must burn brighter than ever
Carnivals and springtime always reminded Melita of Fiat Lux. The memories were both good and bad and in between, and perhaps it was a shame the events had ever been tarnished at all. But with spring came a vivid resurgence, and the wild-hearted youth craved to put her best foot forward. No woes. No regrets. No spurn of damnation in the back of her mind.
So perhaps she could help decorate. Together with Fangorn, they skipped and frolicked down the lane of the market, snagging at some beautiful-hued pennants. Surely they could be hung along the city lines, amongst and amidst the hustle and bustle of people? Convey brighter spirits, brighter times, brighter nuances, before everything else crumbled and fell apart?
Renewed with her emboldened spirit, her fingers twined around a few pinks, blues, and reds, before clambering along a ladder, and gesturing downward to Fangorn. “Don’t let them get tangled,” as the vines of the gourd swept around and along, striving to prevent it.
So perhaps she could help decorate. Together with Fangorn, they skipped and frolicked down the lane of the market, snagging at some beautiful-hued pennants. Surely they could be hung along the city lines, amongst and amidst the hustle and bustle of people? Convey brighter spirits, brighter times, brighter nuances, before everything else crumbled and fell apart?
Renewed with her emboldened spirit, her fingers twined around a few pinks, blues, and reds, before clambering along a ladder, and gesturing downward to Fangorn. “Don’t let them get tangled,” as the vines of the gourd swept around and along, striving to prevent it.
Melita
