to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The spear didn’t do him any favors, not until he placed it on the ground. Her eyes narrowed into their dangerous, gilded spectating again, body framed in a gesture of ready and eager fervency, a vehemence stoked in pulses and blood. The answer gave her the slightest moment of pause, breaking away from the potential realm of violence for something far more subdued; arching her brow, giving way to the particulars. “You can draw him.” But the warning hung in the air, silent, on the edges of her defiant gaze – one false move, and Darkeye would have a dagger or bow drawn his way.The gourd bobbed only slightly closer to the stranger, tendrils and vines waving about – not threatening, but curious, deciding on his own antics. Melita continued to pile more of her rocks, allowing for a circle in the middle, untouched for the moment.
to be the sun
MELITA
