to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita figured it was a pretty big if in accords with Jack; the benefits had to greatly outweigh the costs, and she wasn’t certain it’d be the case this time. But perhaps when they returned she’d be able to coordinate some manner of curiosity and suggestion – so she shrugged, laughed in reply. Thereafter though, she reached into her bag, plucking out an object she’d chosen from the merchant’s provisions – with her head low and heart guilty. “Here. I’ll even let you see my spyglass.” She examined it in her palm for a moment, and then handed it over for his inspection and perusal. “That was one of the things I picked.” And the silly gloves, of course.So while he looked, she poked around with her stick some more, gilded eyes only rising back to him at the statement about Saiden. She hadn’t expected that, which made her ponder over gossip and particulars, granting an edge to her smile. “Oh? Why’s that?” Mostly out of curiosity and nosiness – if there were experiences and stories she’d missed along the way.
to be the sun
MELITA
