to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Who might the other be ensued, instigated a snort. “You’ll find out eventually,” and for now, her humor returned, sticking her tongue out in a very petulant display, arms still folded, a sneer to her laughter. She couldn’t have him going around warning the other individual – it would take the fun out of blasting her way along coasts and rivulets.Perhaps it was just so that she’d kept up her training – her only method of strength while everyone else grew and prospered. Magic, enchantments, invocations, and then shifts, belonging to animal forms and nature; while she paraded around with her weapons, with her arsenal, attempting to keep up with the whole lot of them. Her brows lifted for half a moment, before furrowing back down to her tempered state. “Oh? What can you change into now?” She recalled him as the macaw, as the panther, but nothing else. But then again, he hadn’t bothered to keep her in the loop on much of anything lately. The notion curled against her once more, and she fought down the rampant impulse to growl, to hiss, to roar, to howl.
to be the sun
MELITA
