to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Oliver seemed to find some resources well enough, and while he disappeared off into the midst, the youth finished off the tops of her lanterns, leaving room within the middle for the wick, covering the contortions with some moss and sticks. Upon his return, her eyes went to the berries bunched and bundled, a darker essence of blue, but would obviously be adequate in the semblance of paint and hues. “I’m all set, but thank you,” she responded first, beginning to tie and loop off an end where she’d be able to hang them amongst the hordes of others. She hoped, figured, Adam and Peter would receive a lot of lanterns; which was what they deserved. But so should the companions, who’d also sacrificed their lives.“What a time to arrive,” she commented, a little wryly, the notions of LongNight always on the back of everyone’s mind once the leaves began to die, once the first snowflake fell, once ominous threads began to unravel again.
to be the sun
MELITA
