to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita didn’t voice it, but the actions made her feel considerably better after the turn of events amidst the rock giant – namely how she’d missed a monolith block of stone. Maybe it’d been accuracy issues or the attention on everything else going on (dramatics, especially), but to watch her arrows fly and volley and split amidst the targets still felt good. With a satisfied look along her face, she waited for the next challenge – staring it dead on as the image became corporeal and tangible. And instead of ducking or shying out of the way, the youth, unafraid and seditious, notched her arrow to shoot it straight into its mouth.
As for Sila, confidence steadily gained and carried on – rising a little higher, gaining some defensive maneuvers and matters, and then unleashed her fresh torrent as well, angling it towards the manifested shark. And maybe with a defiant roar too.
to be the sun
MELITA
