to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Impulsive, impetuous, and inclined to boldness, the Honeybee characteristically peered over the edge of the cliffs. Mouth agape, jaw slackened, she watched the world below press and lurk, thundering waves surging against rock, battering against archaic stone, gradually carving its own wake into the earth. She rather liked it; this show of power and dominance, this way to demand and announce and proclaim, and watched for some moments, absorbed by the display.Gusts of air thermals and geysers blew back tresses, and Fangorn obliged by not standing beside Melita. But Sila was enthralled, and the little bronze dragon unfurled her wings to catch bits and pieces of the filtered wind, delighted, screeching contentedly as one easily took her upwards. “Well, go on then,” Melita encouraged, and the shy creature strived again, permitting the warmth of the vestiges to conjure her up and up and up.
Eventually, the youth turned to Ronin, one hand pointing along the jagged precipices. “Have you gone down there before?”
to be the sun
MELITA
