to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Wow!” A wild, exuberant shout meant to echo across the horizon, the moment Melita’s eyes took in the full expanse of bright, beatific colors. She didn’t have much to compare to – save for illustrious hues amongst reefs – and stood amongst the geysers’ embankments in a savage, gaping sprawl, jaw unhinged, enthusiastic smile rippling across her mouth. The staff in her hand, since she’d been previously swinging at nothing, went limp at her side, a rush of untamed presence completely embodying her essence. A rampage of movement, motion, and sound followed, her limbs carrying her around fixtures and frameworks, frenzied, frenetic, rushes of maneuvers along its boundaries. Poor Fangorn leapt to catch up, grumbling and growling the whole time.The youth gave no thought or pause to anyone else in the vicinity until she was almost right on top of them. “Oh, hello!” No recognition granted or given, she’d never seen this other woman before, and she was entirely too distracted by the beauty set out before them to render her as familiar or not. “Isn’t this lovely?” And then kept right on rushing forward, intending to circle the entire periphery.
to be the sun
MELITA
