to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The acceptance was all Melita needed – Cheshire grin widening, the contentment sent through the bond with her companion. Sila trilled her own response, a bit more reserved than her counterpart, or the stalwart Fangorn, who waved his vines from the shoreline. “Sure!” followed along with her rapt cheer, readying her bow.She surveyed the targets, watching as they gathered together in their watery forms, and then pinpointed her own weapon, taking aim. Thereafter, she pulled the strand as they flickered and flew out, rounding out a rapid fire, intending to hit both.
As for the little dragon, the bronze youth didn’t seem to mind the slower aspects (perhaps they helped with her confidence), as she unleashed a blast of fire towards it.
to be the sun
MELITA
