to be lit up from within
vein by vein
There was a slight smile etched on her features when Darkeye revealed he had similar views towards Mort – different worlds, different cultures, meshed and merged. Though she’d always been sad she wouldn’t be able to see her sister or mother again, their memories forged onward in the depths of her heart. “Yes,” she answered, a little softer, a little lighter, fingers splayed in the dirt, ash, and soil, beginning to bank the sides. “Though the Voice has taken souls from Mort before,” and her brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to chase down the clattering of thoughts.But there were discussions of dragons to be had, and so she shrugged. “It’s what Ludo told me to do.” And she’d follow it to the exact specifications, to ensure everything was correct.
Her eyes lifted slightly, back towards the direction of the sea shrine at the inquiry. “It depends. Most go to a shrine. Some are Accepted, like myself, and we can channel them on a rare occasion.” Limitations, and so she usually saved it for something pertinent. “Some shrines are god specific too.”
to be the sun
MELITA
