to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Sneaking up on Fangorn might not have been the wisest of choices, and certainly the same could be said for striving the same with his counterpart. A survivor, and far wiser than the rest of his kin, the companion grumbled and rumbled a series of warnings as the firebrand sifted through the rocks, banking them along the sides. Instantly, her face whipped upwards, and a series of possibilities rambled through her mind – the approaching individual very much a stranger – and her eyes went to the other bag, holstered and brimming with weapons.Her entire body tense and ready, she was surprised when the inquiry launched through – rather than anything else. Brows furrowing slightly, she glanced back to the sentient pumpkin, who seemed to be a matter of curiosity no matter where he roamed. Leaning back from her crouch, hands still fisted over several sharp stones, her gilded stare flickered straight back to the older man. “Fangorn is a vampire gourd. He’s my companion.” Her head tilted vaguely. “Who are you? I haven’t seen you around here before.”
to be the sun
MELITA
