to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita’s eyes widened, and out of instinctual lunges and pulls, began to back away as wings were outstretched, as ominous declarations seemed to scatter about the snow. The jingles erupted in a merry little harmony that didn’t seem to match the depiction: until Ronin’s draconic form lingered before hers in a long, low snuffle; the terrifying moments come and gone.Her heart raced and her lungs eased back multiple breaths she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. While her pulse tended to strive and wane away from the chaotic panic, she permitted Fangorn to drop downward again. The gourd reacted in utter confusion as the bugs maneuvered along him, vines waving in some wild little frenzy (did he watch Sugar and then seize upon the opportunity to eat them? Absolutely.). The honeybee snorted as her hands rested on several pinpointed into crimson locks, dragging them out, permitting them to linger on her palm for a moment.
Before she noticed the insect on Ronin’s long maw. “I can get that for you,” and she went to grab it, uncertain just how it would affect his scales and form, if at all.
to be the sun
MELITA
