to be lit up from within
vein by vein
After the oh she arched her brow, uncertain if he was impressed or not. It didn’t really matter; she’d had a grand time (and had no idea that when she returned to the Grounds, she’d be paying for all that broken, debauched amusement). She allowed it to settle off into the ether, another one of her actions and events, maneuvering her eyes back to the Hel and the amount of feathers left in her pile. The bird itself was almost naked, and she had no problem plucking the remaining plumage, and handing it back to Sunjata.“Don’t waste a herald’s time,” she warned, but her grin was bright and ebullient. Asking for something ridiculous might suit Sunjata’s whims, but she couldn’t imagine many deities corresponding to inane, ridiculous requests. Something from the heart or the mind would do just fine.
Her bracelet and bow tucked away, Melita nodded at this range of approval. “Oh, I heard about guns from Adam.” And that took a little more somber pitch in her tones, the smile flattening. It’d been very brief, while she’d trained him with quivers and training arrows. “Were you any good with them?” A mocking chuckle followed, shaking her head in the sea breeze.
to be the sun
MELITA
