to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Ah, there it was. Not much longer, despite muffled fog and sounds, and Sah had found the pair. Offering a sheepish smile, the youth leapt up from her hiding spot from behind the boulder, extending a bow of her head. “Well done.” She would be just as eager to turn the tables moments later.“My turn,” she declared; a tilt of her head, a Cheshire grin landing upon her face. “You have until 20,” came on an airy puncture, purposefully goading and inciteful – a provocation. Where would he go in the mist? Was he far more familiar with blending into surroundings, or would he opt for an easy route? Would he lurk by the water’s edge, or go deeper into the unknown? The possibilities seemed endless, but not for too much longer. “One, two, three…”
to be the sun
MELITA
