to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Another creature suffering, as was the plight with the rest of the world – frustration and anger webbing and warring through ripples in the pool, and Melita considered what she could do. Summon a god? Would Ludo or Safrin do anything to save it, raise it back into the skies, give back its wings? Had it done something to spurn them away? She listened to those amongst the crowd, thought about lifting, lifting, lifting – the bracelet dangling along her ankle, a coveted prize from Naiads, coming, working together in tandem as her mind whirled. “I can walk on the water,” she offered, eyes drifting over to Fangorn, placing him down upon the beach, pondering if anyone else would be able to join, would be able to raise it to the skies – if Maea’s water tricks hadn’t already.
So she stepped out onto the surface, the gleaming veneer, delicate, light, and airy, a calm, composed presence, striving to maintain it as she wandered closer to the thrashing, irritated creature, wondering if this was all a mistake.
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Melita steps out onto the pool to try to reach the L’ma and lift it out of the water.
to be the sun
MELITA
