to be lit up from within
vein by vein
If she was disappointed by the notion of just the Ark, she let it go – flickering the edges of suspicion over her eyes and off into the darkness. A shrug of her shoulders followed thereafter, tucking the spyglass back into her bag, and then rounding in return to the volley of laughter the nickname had produced. Far better than their earlier trials or ghost stories – even if it was harmless mocking of a man long since gone to somewhere. Tipsy, or slightly drunken amusements, were more appeasing than the dimming cry of memories.Her giggles kindled in response, and the wild cacophony likely hurt some other animals’ ears, stretching out over the boundaries of the fire without a care in the world. In between the chuckles, she might have snorted a couple times, she tried to surmise the information, but her ribs still hurt and her lungs ached and it was a good kind of pain. Her nose wrinkled more than once. “Maybe it was all part of his charm,” she remarked, but then that caused another bout of merriment.
to be the sun
MELITA
