to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita cannot read the glyphs, so her eyes drift towards Sunjata’s maneuvering of the figure, clearly dead from her outlook. She frowned, the possible gaining of any other information gone, and she didn’t have high hopes on the other figure either. So instead, she left the decision of where they’d go to Raza. “What do you think?” There were too many options – and with the tide rising, they might run out of some. She’d agree with whatever Raza came up with; trusting the Torchliner, she knew her way best around these thresholds anyway.Thereafter, she went towards the boat, in case they required it, intending to grab and drag it over, since the last occupants clearly weren’t going to have need of it.
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Melita allows Raza to decide where they’re going (and will agree). She then goes to take the boat so they can use it in case Raza opts for a watery tunnel.
to be the sun
MELITA
