to be lit up from within
vein by vein
With Fangorn content to assist, her attentions could shift briefly to the volley of questions. A look of curiosity passed over her features, instead of the general, haphazard, thunderous possibilities, mainly due to the inquiries. How long had he been here? She’d gather not long – and it was nearly a shame, with so little time before the potential of damnation and hell all over again. “Ludo is a herald to Mort, the God of Death.” Waiting for whatever reaction that managed to stir, her brows furrowed at the next lines. “I don’t have an egg yet. It gave me a quest to prepare.” At least, that’s what she figured she was doing. “What kind of dragons have you seen?”Though the notions of immortal beasts was intriguing; even if none of them would be of such caliber. “I haven’t heard of many going after any here,” not since that failed attempt at a white dragon in Halo. “There’s supposedly a bunch of them in the Draig,” but no one ever went there – except apparently on murderous missions.
to be the sun
MELITA
