to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Through a sneer and some vague bullying with the promise of deals, the bedroll was acquired. Placing that within her bag, the youth shuffled forward, wrinkle to her nose and a certain parallel of sedition stuck to her face after the latest exchange – all muffled into a frustrated grumble when she heard the familiar tones of Talyson rampaging through the market. She could already feel the headache building.In her most disinterested tone, her companions made up for it with waving vines or a flurry of wings, her features remained much the same. “Oh, hey Tal.” Brow furrowed, she fixed the bag along her shoulder again, and then consulted her list, crossing off one portion of the impending package. “What brings you to Torchline this time?”
to be the sun
MELITA
