MELITA
Already contemplating violence with her newest find, her mind was far and away from the Hollowed Grounds. “A hair comb,” she muttered, as if the notions of brushing one’s hair or making it the height of fashion had never dawned on her. Shrugging her shoulders, she pocketed the crimson flares of minerals with astonishing speed – as if greedy little goblin fingers or a crow brain had been activated and ready to fly. “You’re welcome!” She chirped in return. “We can head back if want,” because the Honeybee was busy forming a thousand other scenarios and necessities for these shiny figments.{FIN}
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
