to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her frown reappeared, emerging back in flickers of the fire’s glow, in the streamlined surfaces of sticks prodding into dirt, where ghost stories had unfortunately morphed into their own. She’d like to clench her jaw and possibly stomp her way back to the Ark, reel off the feelings of the alcohol and the way life had played out – but Milo’s thoughts kept her brows furrowed, and her figure still sitting upon the log. Like she had to come to defend both of them; Aurelia – a friend who’d altered so significantly that Melita wasn’t really sure what or who she was anymore, and Milo himself. “But she’s not here anymore. She chose to be the Arbiter.” Less adventures upon the sea – and more tied into courts and legalities, the ones Torchline chose to care about anyway.Little did they know of the circumstances unwinding back home, where there was even more change to be had. “And you’re still someone – even at home, or at the docks, or smuggling away.” A slight smile pressed in, wearing over the edges of the grimace. “It doesn’t make you any less.” Should Melita have been more too? And what did that signify? What did that mean? “Maybe you should talk about it with her, when we get back.”
to be the sun
MELITA
