To be made of thunderstorms
is to be peaceful
is to be peaceful
Her brows furrowed, eyes flickering back over to the wound again. The fact that the fountain, and Ronin, hadn’t been able to help might’ve yielded more to Safrin’s disappearance, but Melita still didn’t like it. Herbs seemed more practical, and something her mother would’ve suggested, but having no real range of knowledge in that retrospect, the youth could only frown at it all. “What about asking Frey?” Ludo wasn’t one for healing, and Safrin was gone, leaving only the Nature or Sex aspect for some multitudes, unless Flora really strived for one of the bigger cosmic beings.
Or, you know, the dramatic ‘just die’ part.
Which did earn a snort and an eye roll.
The mischief was much more prevailing, and the moment the theatrics began Melita was all in, wrapping her fingers around the projectile again. “Whoa, look at the size of it!” The Honeybee yelled in return, though much bolder, as though incensed by the mere thought of vehemence (which…was never too far off the mark). “I’ll get it!” To which she narrowed her eyes and flicked it directly towards that knot in the wood, hoping to hear a mighty thwack and some irritation from the Captain through the muffled ramparts.
Or, you know, the dramatic ‘just die’ part.
Which did earn a snort and an eye roll.
The mischief was much more prevailing, and the moment the theatrics began Melita was all in, wrapping her fingers around the projectile again. “Whoa, look at the size of it!” The Honeybee yelled in return, though much bolder, as though incensed by the mere thought of vehemence (which…was never too far off the mark). “I’ll get it!” To which she narrowed her eyes and flicked it directly towards that knot in the wood, hoping to hear a mighty thwack and some irritation from the Captain through the muffled ramparts.
the honeybee
To be easily found
And easily heard
And easily heard
