to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The appearance of her favorite herald sent the girl scurrying away from her other whereabouts, grin aplomb, easily tricked and deceived, swindled and distracted, when it came to anything amusing, playful, or impetuous. She also trusted Amalia, appearing on the sands, once fellow demon queens of the forest, and so she held naught back as she raced along moving forms and adorned masks, laughing, beckoning along the sea. Her toes dug into damp sand, before she too was clambering along the waves, the Fae anklet bouncing along her limb, continuing her, and poor dear Fangorn still trapped in her arms, to race after the supposed, ragged and masked being.to be the sun
MELITA
