to be lit up from within
vein by vein
At Milo’s question, Melita laughed, bright and exuberant, casting off the shards of earlier discussion with a wrinkle to her nose. “Right. I’ll just let Jack know where I’d like to go. He’d love that.” She tilted her head, angles of brows suggestion a look of have you ever met Jack? without the air of the facetious inquiry making it out into the swamp.Her drawing persisted, and she snorted a little at his suggestion – but placed him in there just the same, a rudimentary figure with something that might’ve looked like a spyglass, if one was drunk or tipsy. She outlined the rest of the Ark, even put a miniature Saiden somewhere along the bow, with one eye, so he resembled Cyclops, and all the others they’d left behind. Even some ghost whales came along the side, and cannons pinpointed on them in case she ever got her shot. “There!”
to be the sun
MELITA
