to be lit up from within
vein by vein
An inquiry directed back towards her caused the youth to lift her head from staring into the multi-hued abyss, gilded gaze segmented back towards Arialla. “I have, in Halo. On the tundra.” In the vast, open fields of ice and snow, where the chilling void should’ve pulsed and mauled her lungs, her bones, her life; but the goddess, in all her protective, shielding state, had allowed the cosmos to keep them warm. “It was in a crowd, so I didn’t get to say much,” except gawk, and stare, immerse herself in the beauty of the evening. “But there can always be a next time.” Her smile, bright and kindred, softened a little.Then there were other sentiments and ruminations, familiar too in their regard. “We had our gods, but their appearances were seldom. Usually in great or grave circumstances.” Emblems of faith and goodwill towards their chosen, allotted kingdoms, or harbingers of something monstrous, callous, and mutinous around the bend. Very rarely did they merely appear at a mortal’s behest – though the notion of interpreting other signs was intriguing. “How did the leaves or birds help?”
to be the sun
MELITA
