to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Eternally eager to help, cause chaos, and become embroiled in whatever the latest melee was, they were probably lucky Melita hadn’t already ridden her horse into everyone else. A round of chicken sounded delightful, but unfortunately against what they were trying to achieve, and remaining settled on her steed had proven to be far more difficult than she’d realized. The itch to explore, to run and gallop across any and all terrain was a bit too alive and well.But she kept the restless energy to herself, and whatever poor beast she’d managed to wrangle. Eyed peeled, she glanced from her mount for anything remotely unicorn-like. She wouldn’t be releasing Fangorn out into the void to scope it out like Aidon (it wouldn’t go grand), and lacking in magic or Attuned measures made her have to resort to old-fashioned thinking. “Where would a herd likely graze?” She wondered out loud for anyone to hear and discuss – possibly near pools of water for easy access? There were plenty of rolling, wondrous hills. Or under cover, furtive?
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Melita adds to the discussion.
to be the sun
MELITA
