to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita had no idea what the ‘usual’ consisted of, unless it was delivering things, so her brow quirked slightly from her list, before nodding along. “Getting stuff for my uncle,” and without much preamble, she turned towards the next kiosk, intending to snag at some tools that would probably help at the refuge. She gave no mention of why, or the nature of her relations and outskirts of family, and if Talyson were to ask, he’d probably only receive a sneer. LongNight prompted some other feral sigh beginning to slide its way through her chest. Residual, from years of spending it within the Hollowed Grounds, even if the wake of its existence in Torchline was getting drunk beside bonfires. While the youth moved, her companions followed; Sila remaining perched and hesitant, Fangorn with his usual aplomb, bobbing behind the Honeybee.
Angling her way towards a merchant to begin the haggling process again, she only barely glanced back at the courier. “You guys get anymore LongNight monsters?” She hadn’t heard anything since the last one, after the Ascended had battled them, and with the Voice gone…maybe it was simply never going to occur again.
to be the sun
MELITA
