to be lit up from within
vein by vein
While Sugar and Fangorn seemed to be embroiled in some form of chase (it was difficult to tell; considering the gourd would be far, far slower than the little dragon), Melita considered, contemplated, smiled at the exchange of shifts, at the notions of everything new. “But that’s exciting too! Do you have lightning, like Jata?” Uncertain of the parameters between shifted dragons and their elements – if Ronin had anything else associated along those lines. As for why she was here, the youth gave a playful shrug. “I was helping Maeve with some things.” The ruler of Torchline seemed to have a knack for delegation, or at least seeing where she could utilize her citizens. “It’s been a long time since I was here.” Fond memories pressed in against her mind; from the nymphs, the undine, and everything else notched in between. Curiosity flickered along her face; emotions an eternal, open book. “What else has been happening in the Greatwood?”
to be the sun
MELITA
