MELITA
Oh, the Honeybee could’ve easily unfurled into something dramatic, chaotic, or ridiculous depending on the circumstances, but Edmund was saved from any imminent ire by the draw of the hunt. Long limbs trekked their way through the snow, Sila flying above, and Fangorn bobbing behind. She could feel their impulses too – both with the vibrant need for pursuit, and together they were a trio of…hopefully impending success.With only a few hens in this direction, the dragon took on portions of herding, striving to unleash her wingspan and small roar – the animals were all the more concerned, but Melita could track and launch a little easier. She notched her arrow as they ran, grateful she’d practiced these motions day in and day out, for they felt like second nature, an inherent run through her fingers – and let it fly, sinking deep into the middle of one bird’s neck.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
