to be lit up from within
vein by vein
If she wasn’t in such a stupid, precarious position, Melita might’ve been embarrassed. As the situation progressed, the snark embedded itself along on a snarl, and the complete lack of accomplishment on any level. She ultimately had to be saved, instead of any other way she was used to, by the newcomer, a stranger entirely, and the air incantations hastening around her. Pushed and cajoled, and then pulled by her own strength along the railing and ropes again, the youth eventually made it back to the nest’s confines, no longer dangling around like ridiculous kite. “Thank you,” she sighed, intending to extend the acknowledgments to the men below too, when she had the chance. “Sorry. Thought I could handle it.” Which she should’ve been.Ah, there was the shame then.
Ducking her head, pride billowed out, listening as the wyrms departed, only left her to clear the nest. Hands shaking, not quite understanding why (she’d survived a lot, and now the honeybee had been nearly felled by childish wyrms), the youth hastened to clear out the remains, and to find anything the creatures might’ve snagged from elsewhere.
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Melita is deeply ashamed and helps to clear out the nest.
to be the sun
MELITA
