to be lit up from within
vein by vein
If she’d had a choice in her childhood, if chaos hadn’t been unleashed upon them, if the world hadn’t ended, would she have stayed in Helovia? The answer was almost instantly yes; because it’d been a wonderful land amidst wars and strife, cruelty and barbarity, pieced together in her favored desert, where the wide open skies never ceased, where dragons always called, where her mother worked and her sister lived. But that hadn’t been for her – and then there was the Rift and escaping its hellhole, and here. Caido. Being uprooted and unsettled had been a massive portion of her life – and maybe that was why she traveled and traversed. Why she didn’t care about the dangers. Why she scoffed and rolled her eyes at monsters, and grit her teeth at the thought of war.Because it’d happened before, and would again.
She allowed for a small, sheepish smile at his answer. Why wouldn’t anyone just want to stay amongst and amidst the beaches? “There’s nothing wrong with being safe and comfortable. And knowing exactly where you want to be.”
to be the sun
MELITA
