to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The question didn’t bother her, merely contorted and pervaded over the inspiration. Fangorn waved his arms around again, either excited about the prospects of a sibling (?), or content with their current travels. “My mother had one,” she noted, tone softening a little in memory; tended to by the dragon just as much as she was by her family. She bent around a corner of the market, eyes momentarily lost on a few pretty trinkets (and then the smells of nearby bread), before rounding back to Raza. “Weird, right?” But Caido was Caido – sometimes these things seemed so bizarre that it became more par for the course than anything else. “Heard it was trying to grow plants out there.” And then, apparently, became stuck in its midst instead. The honeybee shrugged her shoulders once more, but eternally willing to wander out to the proportions anyway. “Have you been before?”
to be the sun
MELITA
