to be lit up from within
vein by vein
That Sunjata might think or deign to waste a herald’s time struck a chord in her – she hoped it was mere amusements and nothing more. She’d only ever crossed into Ludo’s path when she needed guidance, when she had ideas, when she’d thought herself weak, futile, and pathetic; uncertain of how to reciprocate any efforts on the cosmic being’s behalf. Keep extending where there was life, keep trying to maintain those edges of daring, of provisions, of taking the tainted plains of Ascended stretches and making them better. She’d yet to fully understand how to entertain the latter, or even go about doing this, but her bullheaded tendencies could eventually land her somewhere.So she rolled her eyes. “I enjoyed Safrin, that brief time I saw her.” Stars and galaxies, constellations and opulence, a beatific view of the sky, things she couldn’t ever dream to touch. “Have you started doing anything else for her?” Since the ill-fated quest amidst the Fangs?
Bows and daggers, well enough to match, and she shrugged her shoulders, a ruffian smile following at the thoughts of gifts. “My makeshift bows and arrows saved us many times in the Rift.” Which was why she favored them. “Staffs made of branches too.”
to be the sun
MELITA
