to be lit up from within
vein by vein
At the very least, though likely with his companion’s “help”, the Ascended had managed to fling himself to the wooden boards, eyes closed while he inquired. He didn’t sound disappointed by the tale, which was a relief, and thankfully pinpointed on the major problem. Her eyes fell again, down to the sea below the dock, where the water surged and rippled, undulations of power and prestige. “No.” Her mother had been too gentle, too kind; any acerbity or acrimony would’ve never been on display in front of her children – though she could recall some semblance of anger, while she stood there, staring at her parents back and forth, as one vehemently denied. She hadn’t understood it in those moments, what it was like to not be wanted, what it was like to be abandoned, but only because their mother had taken them straight into her arms. She’d been loved and cherished, even if her father had been garbage.Not worth a pebble. A tear. A thought.
Except here she was, suddenly pulling her knees to her chest, Fangorn ambling off to her side. “They never saw him again.” The youth thought she might like to anyway – just for the occasion to punch him in the face. “But the woman raised her two girls with love and affection, as best she could.” Until she was no more – until she sacrificed everything for her children.
Melita still wondered if she was worth it.
to be the sun
MELITA
