to be lit up from within
vein by vein
It started to move, bit by bit, nudge by nudge, and it didn’t seem to matter that Melita fell face first into the water (moving sand and a strong wave), because And little by little, more of the bone exposed itself, slowly, painstakingly, unearthing from the dunes, rising up out of the water-laden loam. Claws and hands wrapped around its surface, and even Fangorn’s vines, pulling, pulling, pulling, the lengthy knob unfurling from the land’s grip. And though the youth’s muscles ached, she persisted, grumbling under her breath all the while.
Then, between a dragon, a mage, and a mercurial thing’s strengths, it ascended from the shackles and tethers, then cast back down with a mighty splash.
For a moment, Melita was very quiet, a bit stunned, staring at the figment sinking back down into the shallows. It took her a few instances to lift her jaw back into place, stifle a roll of laughter, and then continue on their way. “Let’s get it out of the water?” She had no idea how heavy it might be, and with the three of them, it’d be far, far easier.
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Let’s lift it out and have a good look!
to be the sun
MELITA
