to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Following Ludo’s instructions and directions, Melita pressed her bare feet across the whim and world of Aumakua, only a distant wake from her home. Never one to bumble around cliffs or rock, the youth nimbly, gracefully, managed to whittle her way along the embossed layers and lacquer, listening to the tides hit the shore, blissfully humming with the bags strewn along her grasp. One filled with volcanic rocks and stones from the Angel’s Keep, one carrying ash from Apopo, all meant to settle together into a nest.Fangorn growled and rumbled behind her, stalwart as ever, and only occasionally did the firebrand lift her eyes and shield them from the sun – grateful for the day, for the moments, of momentary peace. Once she found an appropriate spot, a clutch of other rocks and out of the wind, she crouched down along the ground. “Seems like a good spot, hm?” She mentioned towards the gourd, who replied in an earnest wave of vines and tendrils. From there, she opened the bags, and began to arrange the tectonic pieces.
to be the sun
MELITA
