to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She took the Hel in her hands and immediately began plucking, pulling the feathers out one by one, collecting them in a nestled circle by her feet, so they weren’t swept away by the wind. They could always use them for something else (and her first thoughts were for future arrows). Meanwhile, though the inquiry turned towards the gourd they’d toppled, and a wistful sort of grin came over her features. “There was this gigantic pumpkin – filled with blight.” Engorged and massive, Fangorn striving to reach it, with Melita having no idea it was the ruler, the sovereign, the mother of all of them. “Remi, Rexanna, and Samuel were all there too, fighting it. We didn’t want it to hit the Greatwood.” The blight would’ve spread then, like bramble,s nettles, thorns, and weeds, plaguing the land of the Fae. And to think Melita herself would get it too, unbeknownst to her.“At one point Rexanna was squished beneath it. The vines grabbed me too, and I called for Ludo, who saved me.” A generous smile there too, full of mischief. “Then Remi shifted and I asked if I could come along.” Brilliant moments, fun and adventure when she likely should’ve been terrified; no fear, no apprehension, as they embodied the wind and flames. “We eventually got rid of it, and Arduinna rewarded us.”
to be the sun
MELITA
