to be lit up from within
vein by vein
All right, it was kinda funny.She didn’t let the notions get to her as the oars bound around in her hands, as if she’d never used them before in her entire life. Fangorn attempted to give her encouragement, but the honeybee managed to hasten off the potential frustration brewing in her brow. Instead, she breathed, she grit her teeth, and poured every ounce of resolve and determination into getting them into some proportions.
By then it didn’t really matter anyways, based on everyone else’s luck.
Rising out of the rowboat as if everything had gone tremendously well, she ignored the growls and lifted her chin into a lofty height. She grabbed hold of the shovels, ensuring those could stay in her hands, and with her bag bounding on her back, shielded her eyes from the sun, and stared across the wake – looking for those yellow flowers.
And then she also sidled up to
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Melita grabs the shovels and looks for yellow flowers! She’ll follow whomever!
to be the sun
MELITA
