to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Ah, so there was the treasure. As much as Melita would like to dive in, open, and reveal the contents with an avaricious glint to her eye, there seemed to be other parameters and particulars at foot. Patting the fellow smuggler on the shoulder, and abandoning Milo thereafter on orders (hiding her disappointment and inward grimace, and the multitudes of inquiries over what could be within), she hastened to grab the shovels. Hand wrapping tightly around the tools, and ensuring Fangorn was at her side as they snagged back towards the rowboat, and essentially the Ark, the honeybee’s main goal was to simply discover the container’s attributes. --
Melita grabs the shovels!
to be the sun
MELITA
