to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She nodded, supposing the sentiments registered with anyone and everything – including herself. And it didn’t take much nowadays; not with the bristling notches in her spine, or the dedication to vehemence at the slightest turn. Even, thinking ahead to daunting horizons, the encroaching yield of war.If Fangorn was put off by any of the notions, one wouldn’t be able to tell. Eventually he grew bored of simply waving his vines around, and adjusted to bobbing and moving back towards Melita, intending to assist in spreading the ashes, smoothing out the ridges and rough-hewned proportions that the firebrand would miss. The question was enough to draw her focus away from the nest anyway. This man must’ve been some Outlander, to land in the midst of impending conflict. “Ludo is one of the Old Gods.” If this fellow was familiar with any deities, he’d know the weight of power behind those claims. A dragon egg was nothing.
As for the notions of fire breathing, her grin grew into something infinitely Cheshire. “I sure hope so.” A pause, her hand stringing along in the rocks again. “We have a variety of dragons in Caido. I’ve seen some wield ice too,” like Sugar, and probably the larger proportions of her coloring did the same. Sunjata had his lightning shift, but she didn’t think he really counted. Who knew what existed in the Draig and beyond.
to be the sun
MELITA
