to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Well, for all her excitement and amusement, it didn’t seem to be shared amongst the creatures. Disappointing, really, to have all her grins, beams, and smiles not extended back in heralded harmony. Instead, she was flocked and swarmed, and not in a polite, friendly, or playful way. “All right, all right,” she attempted to placate, edging her way along the back, until she could see she’d run out of room.Fangorn rumbled several warnings, a display of fangs as he settled into her lap, wrapping his vines around her, protective while the youth began to grab hold of the ropes nearby attempting to ensure that if she was pushed further, she wouldn’t be flailing instantly out of the crow’s nest. “Honestly, I expected better of all of you.” She shook her head, trying her best to appear somewhat daunting and disheartened, instead of apprehensive and nervous. “I’d heard so many wonderful things.”
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Melita attempts to placate the cloud wyrms, while grabbing hold of ropes nearby. Fangorn has given the creatures warnings and settled into her lap, vines wrapped around her.
to be the sun
MELITA
