to be lit up from within
vein by vein
At least pleasantries remained amidst some of them – just as it had always been. But Melita knew that worlds and figments changed, and sometimes it didn’t matter when one was fighting for their life. Survival meant anything and everything, and without any idea of how this was all going to play out, the youth only had her own experiences to draw back upon. “Many of them are kind.” Which was why the notions of upcoming threads hurt. Her hands flattened and smoothed out proportions of the nest again, absentmindedly, trying to draw some lines that weren’t so tenuous.“We all lost a lot of people,” Melita murmured in regards to LongNight. Not just her. And the blame could only be pinpointed and segmented on the Voice for all those harsh, barbed fallacies. She shook her head, giving away no names or credences – memorials had long since been established for the fallen, and she hadn’t gone back in some years. They rested, in some proportions, as best they could.
Her eyes lifted again at the drawing, and a softer smile followed. “Thank you. This is very nice.” Permitting Fangorn to see the charcoal outline too, she rolled it away neatly, intending to place it in her bag for safekeeping. “Vi stands for life, yes. Rae are twins – they believe in change and evolution.” So it made sense that Frey had been split into two. His last statement brought out the Cheshire grin again though, and a laugh to follow. “Well, thank you again.”
to be the sun
MELITA
