to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Mhm. And Aurelia.” If the last comment caused another slight furrowing of her brows, then she pretended not to notice the slip; uncertain where the latter had gone, Maeve alone in her reign. “Maybe you will this year then. All of you should come join us!” Her hands reached out wide, to indicate the size of the bonfires, ensuring some whoosh noise escaped from her lungs as if to maximize the impact of the infernos. It was far more relaxing in the midst of some silly chaos, rather than the depths and despair LongNight brought elsewhere. She tilted her head at his next response, line of sight following his as the jingle bugs moved through, hands nearly reaching out instinctively to grab again, but yielding as they went too high. Perhaps the insects had already learned. “I suppose.” She shrugged her shoulders, understanding, aware, that it wouldn’t be as fulfilling.
There was a light laugh at the mention of Seren. “Yes,” in agreement. “And she has a lot of ideas about how she wants to make the world better.” But with Ronin’s statement, Melita still didn’t find herself really yearning to go see a land covered in stone and archaic principles.
to be the sun
MELITA
