to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The mention of Melita’s favored herald made her perk up from staring straight across pebble formation and ripples of color, gilded eyes flickering, riveting, back to the stranger. An animated smile hastened along her cheeks, absolutely delighted to verge along this discourse, where she at least had multitudes of experience. “I have met with Ludo many times! What were you thinking of asking it?” The youth had sought advice, wisdom, sagacity, and weaponry, things that seared and bludgeoned, and had given things in return – mostly loyalty, promises, and memories.Gods of oracles – of knowing the future, of striving to understand measures of forthcoming, foreboding, foreshadowing elements would be an intriguing notion. What to do with the information thereafter would be something else entirely – how far to go to either not orchestrate means, to cease and desist, or to watch it all float on by. Melita wasn’t sure she’d be able to trust herself with such fathoms.
But that hadn’t been the stranger’s expertise anyway – so the inquiries died on her tongue. “Oh. What was your specialty then?”
to be the sun
MELITA
