to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Fangorn took what he could get; eerie eyes watching as Oliver’s widened, leaning away – purposefully bounding closer, inching, crawling, into the man’s space. If he felt Melita’s slight warning through their bond, the little gourd showed none of the signs, angling himself so it appeared as if he might be hovering somewhere near Oliver’s knee.The youth shook her head and arched her brow at her companion, but her focus was on other things. Hands moved and maneuvered lightly, dexterously, so more than the frame began to appear, taking tiny sticks and placing them alongside the outer walls, wooden contraptions and features for little Coffee. Maybe during the festival she could have it burn, as if it were rendered from the dragon’s fire, considering it with a tilt of her cranium, before her eyes lifted back to Oliver at his inquiry. She didn’t render anything to his speech at first, merely watching as he placed his materials together too, and they were fine enough. Substantial. Capable of merit amongst the gathering of lights and memories. “That’s okay. I don’t think anyone would mind.” Like Ronin, like Remi; she figured they’d be honored if their daughter managed to gather more than a few lanterns – a child beloved by her community. “It doesn’t have to be anyone from here either.” Could’ve been someone from his past, gone but not forgotten. “Whomever you want. There aren’t any limits.”
to be the sun
MELITA
