to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Two options before them, and a wealth of opportunities. The more sea-faring adventurer contortion to her was eager to explore the new avenues, and temptation inveigled, enticed, for a matter of moments. But Raza’s wisdom, plus her Natural experience (after all, how many times had their Outlander whims not listened?), weighed heavy in the options. Her eyes went to the glyphs, works of patterns and language incomprehensible to some – and then nodded towards Raza. “Let’s go the old way first,” she paused, hands scratching into the wood of the oar in her hands. “And if we need to turn around, then we can.” A hope, on those last entanglements, a firm breath in her chest. --
Melita votes for the old way!
to be the sun
MELITA
