to be lit up from within
vein by vein
From what she knew and understood about the Draig, it was nestled along Halo’s mountain range – and decidedly not like her childhood home. “No. All desert. We had some massive rocks,” and she raised her arms upward, as if that would indicate the sheer scale and monolithic demeanor of the world. “And an oasis, and our sand was red. Ooh, and a magical bridge!”Content with the imagery, she hummed another tune of her mother’s, then lingered, stared, at the bread. Had there been a case or window, the youth would’ve been much like a juvenile, with her nose stuck against the glass; instead, she managed a hopeful, pleading look on her face towards the baker and Raza’s way with deals. “Sure.” And by then, she’d likely have multitudes of stories to share about other nuances and journeys.
to be the sun
MELITA
