to be lit up from within
vein by vein
A luxere shift; and the Star would be able to wield himself in the midnight trepidations. But that meant facing monsters head-on – his form, his antlers a shield, and for how long? Melita had never been quite daft enough to wander into the midst of LongNight’s clutches. The rest of them had done that for her, and she’d observed, watched, as worlds came crashing down, as the injured and invalid came wandering in. “I’m sorry he couldn’t be here with you.” And she laid out a hand, an offering, in case he required some sort of support. If he didn’t take it, that was fine too, but Melita had always been the kind of youth to extend her strength, her courage, her audacity.She managed to laugh at his inclinations of Safrin’s reign – though it lacked the fundamental understanding. “No, nothing like that.” Another warm smile, lifting the corner of her lips, residing in bright, illustrious foundations. “We exchanged rocks!” And it seemed very simple, very silly, encouraging another giggle in the threshold of darkness.
As for Sunjata’s preparations, she hastened a nod, cheeks rubbing against her arms. “He helped out some still in the Grounds and snagged some snow moss while he was there. But no monsters here.” Save for the human variety.
Monsoon season would come, and Safrin once more, and with the canals, the alterations in place. She watched him play with the sand, as if the forces were particles of impending deluges, grin softening, content in those dulcet moments. “I’ll be out to sea,” she hummed under her breath, eyes roaming briefly to the coast, the sound of the current continuing its sinuous motions despite only shadow dotting its banks. For whatever adventure awaited out there.
to be the sun
MELITA
