to be lit up from within
vein by vein
For once, her impulses drove her to kindness, rather than pettiness. A difficult persuasion for her mind, perhaps, but given circumstances, losses, and everything else, the youth found herself wandering down the markets of Torchline, in pursuit of materials for a care package. The intent was to eventually send it to her uncle, or whomever else needed it, amidst the shelter in King’s End.She kicked a few rocks out of her way as she sauntered, perusing, out of her usual rapid demeanor. Fangorn and Sila both seemed grateful for the reprieve of racing after the Honeybee, with the dragon settled on her shoulder, and the gourd waving his vines at various passersby.
She wasn’t even certain if she was still mad at him. The emotions were hard to parse through, and eventually, she ceased trying altogether – letting all the past grudges settle there in her chest, as she huffed and snagged at a blanket roll, beginning to haggle with the merchant.
to be the sun
MELITA
