to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her eyes caught the telltale feathers, the bright plumage, watching as the parrots mingled in amongst the Hels, snorting, shaking her head. She slid her attention to Sunjata briefly, to see him immersed in deep concentration, then peeling them back to the birds. “Are you doing that too?” Powers to maneuver animals, to control them, and shifting? She could see the appeal of so many ambling towards shrines and begging to be altered, changed. She just never had.Fangorn grumbled back and forth at Haai, though it wasn’t a disgruntled set, friendly, amiable, amicable, shuffling over in their shared expanse of sand. Melita listened to his answer, billowing a soft sigh while the hot dunes worked their own magic on her figure, unwinding all the tenuous knots and the mercurial fatigue. A Halo bar – expansions of his craft – and then the notions of the lighthouse, her gaze following along to see its point jutting out from cliffs. “That sounds nice.” To be beside the ocean every day, to watch and bear witness to the waves undulating, the roll of the surf.
Something curled and gnarled its way through her stomach then – because she’d been amongst them, those tempestuous ethers and whimsical delights, and a part of her wondered if it was a mistake. If her relishing for adventure, for purpose, for ruin, was just peeling her away from everyone she’d come to enjoy and cherish. If it was running off, and the rest of the world would forget her again. “Look for me out there, okay?” A quiet whisper – so that maybe she was secure in someone’s memory, as more and more of them seemed to drift off into the ethers.
to be the sun
MELITA
