That
honey, that
starstuff, that
liquefied sunshine
has it's Source in her very core.

Molten gold.

It seeps from her fingertips slowly, near
imperceptibly,
one full drop every quarter hour.

It splatters sometimes when she
claps her hands or
taps her fingers, and if she stays still too long it
pools on the cold ground below.

It leaves a sticky-honey-orange-sunshine mess
and doesn't apologize for it.