to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“It depends on you ask,” she muttered, continuing to bank the sides, pushing the softer loam against the rocks. She wasn’t striving to inspire ire, but certainly a level of understanding about the world they lived and roamed within. “Apparently those taken wanted to come back.” And they’d known the stipulations behind it – venturing out of Mort’s realm and into hers – never being capable of returning. Was that a choice she would’ve made? Melita couldn’t quite reckon it – but she hadn’t been in such a position. “But then they were pulled into a battle during LongNight, so…” she shrugged her shoulders, wondering if the implication was clear enough. That maybe these people were being used for war too.Fingers sifting lightly, she settled back from her crouch to gaze over the nest, then raised her gaze back to broken charcoal. “If you want to talk to Ludo, it likes any kind of toys or games. And you don’t have to make any vow or anything.” Not unless he wanted to. “Though be careful with what you want to know or ask – the deities tend not to like anyone wasting their time.” Which could be said of multiple creatures, she supposed. Her nose wrinkled vaguely, pondering over the platitudes and directions of shrines. “The port has Ludo’s,” and then she pointed towards the lighthouse. “In there is Safrin’s,” and then towards the Rainbow Road. “And over by the bright-hued water is Frey’s.”
to be the sun
MELITA
