to be lit up from within
vein by vein
A good setting for ghost stories: a very creepy tree, an ethereal world, howling winds, and a decently forged fire along embankments.Well, it suited Melita anyway.
Content with the logs she’d found and rolled beside her newly dug pit, she listened to the crackle of the flames, and then grabbed hold of some sticks she’d found, hoisting them so the conflagration grew bigger. Fangorn grumbled something, and she handwaved the concerns. Then she passed some of the liquor she’d snagged from the Ark and passed it over to Milo, laughter already flickering and flowing from her wild spirit. “Okay, I think you should go first!” Then she chose a seat on the log across, hands folded under her chin. Contemplating snacks.
to be the sun
MELITA
