to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Perhaps it was wise of this older man to write down all the intricacies of the world; considering the multitude of rules, trials, and tribulations most of them had paved along the way. Time was sorely limited in terms of learning curves and experiences, if the announcement the previous year had been any indication. “It collects the souls of the deceased, and shepherds them to Mort.” Here she smiled, soft and fond for an instant, as she moved to help Fangorn smooth out the makeshift nest, adjusting here and there. “It can be very tricky too, and loves games and toys.” Like starting food fights, or instigating haphazard plays of hide and seek.But the notion of dragons beyond this world, or even the next, caused her head to snap upwards again – gaze narrowing slightly at the thought of three-headed beasts, creatures that fought the gods, titans that walked the earth. “Oh. That must’ve been awesome!” Because the more dangerous the notion, the more Melita thought it superb. “I have to find it some meat, and then cook it.” Thereafter, she figured it’d be lured? Found? The unknown proportions of it should’ve given her some trepidation, but it only fostered more of the excitement.
How she’d gotten the quest was very simple. “I asked it. There’s a shrine down at the port,” and she pointed one-soot stained finger in the direction of the sea once more, where ships rested, where sailors accumulated, where the hustle and bustle never seemed to rest.
Then she kept the notions of dragons guarding, protecting, something in the Draig a semblance for the back of her mind; tucked and kept away.
to be the sun
MELITA
