to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Not unless you give him a reason to,” and here she flashed some sentiments of a warning with a Cheshire grin – though it could’ve been the promise of her own actions too. Fangorn had always been an easygoing sort, but they’d also participated in battle together, however haphazardly that might be described or designated. In a rather mischievous movement, the gourd waved his vines around as if he could clutch hold of something, almost teasingly dangling over one of Melita’s many rocks.She shrugged her shoulders at the mentioned disbelief, but carried on, sifting through her ash, smoothing it out with her hands until they were soot-stained. “I asked Ludo for it. I don’t have it yet. I have to do a quest.” Hence why the nest, and an assortment of other arrangements. The youth tilted her head vaguely, watching Fangorn for a moment with an arched brow, before answering the other question. “A fire dragon.”
to be the sun
MELITA
