[se] don't lose your sheen

MELITA

The Honeybee had never insinuated her love of shiny objects to be a secret – even as she furtively wound her way along dark tunnels with her faithful duo of companions. She skipped and paraded, as if on a merry little trip rather than just wandering around looking for a particular sheen, hands dragged down the seam of caverns and crag. The hum under her breath carried a silly little tune, likely a mimicry of some sailor’s shanties.

Dutiful Fangorn scoured the floor with his long tendrils, while Sila loomed from above, gently coasting on the occasional thermal. “You guys see anything?” echoed from the smuggler, peering at both of them until she received only low grumbles. “All right, we’ll keep looking.” She was rarely daunted anyway.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun