to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Fangorn grumbled and rumbled his contentment in what he considered a fine meal, waving his vines around to entice Sugar in some other game. Melita’s ease continued to disperse through her veins though as Ronin shifted into a far more familiar form, and the bright edges of her smile could become effervescent things, instead of the anxious multitudes. “You’re welcome.” Her hands went to one still stuck in her hair, desperate to get itself out of her reach. Unfortunately, she deftly plucked it from the locks of crimson, allowing for a more thorough inspection.The bell for an abdomen had a semblance of adorable depictions – and she only shook the bug once to listen to the full effect. A small jingle, higher-pitched than many of the others, resounded. With a little laugh, she set it free, before either dragon or gourd could snag it for another snack. “No, but they seem all right.” Compared to the number of other species that promises terror and torment.
As for the dragon notions, her gilded eyes rounded back to his features. “Have you had that shift long?”
to be the sun
MELITA
