to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The Honeybee didn’t say how much the cliffs reminded her of another world, another place – but the Throat’s precipices had been cut and slashed with red, like blood and crimson, like rubies and supremacy. She hadn’t been able to play on those as a little girl either, though she’d certainly been willing to give it a try if an adult turned around long enough. Even now, as she watched the rolling waves encounter and crash into the rock, she permitted a wistful sigh, head tilting back towards Ronin’s response.“Oh, just that maybe a relic would be there too.” She shrugged her shoulders, indicating nothing of her vague inclinations to go hiking amongst the jagged edges. Finally rising from her crouch, and watching Sila soar along the thermals, twisting back and forth on her young wings, the possibilities coiled back into her mind. “How was swimming?” She’d imagine far more treacherous than the lazy waves along Torchline’s shores (minus the monsoon season).
to be the sun
MELITA
