to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Humming along, indifferent to any confusion surrounding Fangorn (because it was fairly common, a ritual, a routine, when meeting newcomers or those who’d never been outside Torchline), she took the opportunity to wield the hammer with several mighty blows. The grin that followed was one of reckless endeavors, her eyes widening slightly, before narrowing in a dangerous eave.But when she shifted her gaze back to Maeve, it had receded a little. “Fangorn. He’s my companion.” Her hands met with another board, following on previous movements and motions, allowing, permitting, them to become muscle memory. “A vampire gourd. They come out in Leafchange within the Hollowed Grounds.” In response, the little beast motioned forward, staring with his eerie, enigmatic glance, before placing his vines in assistance in holding the boards upright.
to be the sun
MELITA
