Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Her familiarity with the tunnels brought her some ease and comfort, even if the darkness strangled, threatened to catch hold. Mighty and bull-headed, with a taste for disaster, boldness, and chaos, the Honeybee marched on, lantern held high, chasing away figments of shadow as much as she could.
And then came the fork in the road. Holding up the map alongside the lantern, she gestured with her jaw towards the left. “I say we just keep following this,” because in time, other things settled their roots into this wake and world, and she couldn’t deny her curiosity or vehemence. Not really.
And then came the fork in the road. Holding up the map alongside the lantern, she gestured with her jaw towards the left. “I say we just keep following this,” because in time, other things settled their roots into this wake and world, and she couldn’t deny her curiosity or vehemence. Not really.
Melita
