to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She lifted her head just as the chess and checker pieces began their bobbing and weaving, watching with the lightest of smiles as one finally conquered the other, a laugh following through – the rags intertwined and flowing from the sea thereafter. Her gaze was embedded and infused in ebullience, a wild enthrallment at the sight of the herald. Straight to the point, no billowing about; she nodded in that aspect. “I was wondering if I could arrows that produced electricity.” Her fingers went to the quiver along her back, pulling forth one of the weapons already instilled, an offering of inspection or understanding. “Similar to how Remi made these embedded with fire.”to be the sun
MELITA
