to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Some had already dropped the masks and pretenses – but Melita didn’t say it. Didn’t breathe it. Didn’t unfurl it in the pit of her bones. Instead, she nodded, sweeping over the nest once more, perfecting it for it what it was worth. And she listened, listened all the while Darkeye tended to his beliefs, wondering how much they’d change in the coming days. How much more would occur. How much more would blend and bend the world she’d come to know and cherish in other ways. “We shall see,” she uttered with a softer smile, about meeting up again. “Thank you!” And she watched him turn to go, walking off, amidst the cliffs once more, and her eyes flickered back to Fangorn, the drawing tucked away in her bag. “That should be enough for now, hm?” With that, the both of them could wander back to the sands too – pressing another weight into future trials.
[FIN]
to be the sun
MELITA
