to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Maybe,” she considered, figuring it was a decent guess as any of the others they’d attempted. Were they doing it all wrong? Having never bene one to wander into the midst of relics, and usually just blindly meandering into stupidity and danger, this one left her a little miffed. It made sense that there wouldn’t be a gigantic sign looming and pointing out the item, but something had to give, right? Her awe shifted anyway when the cloud came over, recalling hunting bone monsters with the same strategy. “Thank you,” and she snagged at Fangorn as he protested, sitting down with him nestled in her lap (grumbling/screeching). Sila was on her own with wings, but the young bronze’s eyes widened just the same, intending to follow after the puff of elements.
Macabre swimming caused a wrinkle to her nose and significant pout; the glory of the powerful waves manifested suddenly seeming more dire, more vehement, more potent, uncertain if her admiration of them was fitting thereafter. “Oh, that’s too bad.” So she wouldn’t be asking if any of the remains had significant portions sticking out of them. Onto other subjects as they coasted then. “Did Maeve tell you about the giant landshark we fought?”
to be the sun
MELITA
