to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The combined efforts of the companions was readily accepted, and Melita continued to add the dried wood to the flames, watching them hasten, devour, and consume with crackling, satisfied pops. She offered a scratch of approval to Haai too, pleased and content with their helpful natures, quietly sighing as she stared into the miniature inferno. Her eyes glanced up as Sunjata continued to de-feather, and her hands reached out in offering. “I can pluck one.”His question urged a ruffian, rogue smile to encompass her mouth thereafter though, as if she were about to recite one of her more grander adventures. “Those are from Remi! When we fought the giant vampire gourd.” Despite all the wounds, the nuances, the nightmares associated with it, the way she spoke of the experience hinted at a wild, savage, nefarious sojourn. “I even got to ride on his manticore shift, and shoot the fire arrows down at the pumpkin.” She mimicked the motion, as if drawing her bow again, sound effects accompanying with the pulling of an invisible, intangible string, and the sizzling noises of fire blasting towards outstretched vines. “It was amazing.” 10/10 would do again.
to be the sun
MELITA
