to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Humming at the comment, her eyes narrowed along the cliffs, and then upwards, towards the sky – where clouds roamed and dissipated in what she presumed to be their residual sentiments. “Maybe it…breaks them up,” and she winked, but with not much understanding of meteorological effects on land, she could only shrug her shoulders and muffle a laugh. “No weird weather here for you though? Torchline is cold.” Giant landshark teeth were far more amusing and diverting, so it only took a matter of seconds for her to snap back into Cheshire grins. “Yeah. And Evie rode it.” Extending bragging rights for the Evergreen, even if it had been by mistake (Melita didn’t know that). “I’m not sure what I’ll do with it yet,” probably another weapon to her repertoire of armaments.
to be the sun
MELITA
