to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Ludo’s presence was a balm to her sour, embittered, rancorous mood – she ran up the shoreline, lacquered by sea spirits and sprites, the orbs of light casting, serenading her way. Fangorn was at her heels, growling and hissing as he was mired more than once in the sandy confines, and her bare feet tread a light, diligent path, long since used to the dancing across dunes. Her hands were full of trinkets, of stones, of little rocks she’d found, ready and eager to offer. She might have blossomed and raced straight to the ragged herald, had there not been others already there (tempted to raise her hackles at Maea out of principle, and then irritation). So instead, she stood a little off to the side, arms full with her offerings, with her extension of hope and praise, uncertain of where to go or what to do.to be the sun
MELITA
