to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The honeybee snagged a skewer from her bag – because of course she had one, and it could double up as a weapon later if she so desired – and then tended to the meat within, grabbing a second for Bart to hold. She snorted at the insinuation, but made no argument to breach the statement. “No kidding,” sticking out her tongue as he knocked at her ankles. She would’ve thrown out an elbow, but she needed some level of assistance, and handed over the sharpened, metal rod, now with raw ramphire adorned.“Racist dude? Is that the one who went preaching again?” Gideon, or some sort? She couldn’t remember catching his name, and she hadn’t been around for either debacle. “What’d Wessex have to say?” Considering the woman was a former mentor, and now one of the most powerful Ascended, it might have mattered in the grand scheme of things. “Keeping myself busy with the Ark, and training.”
to be the sun
MELITA
