Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The honeybee wasn’t even remotely bothered when the arrow failed to meet the place she’d craved – that she hit him at all, and could hear a growl emitted, still made the spark of her smirk and snicker deepen. The dramatic pratfall thereafter, all deceased limbs and patheticness, earned Locke a solid laugh from behind her ribcage, howling along with the rest of the gulls in the vicinity. “Have you had enough then?” She screeched in return – taking a moment to retrieve her arrow, before rolling her eyes as the antics continued and persisted.
But apparently not – the game launching and leading elsewhere, and she shook her head in the nonsense, while taking it for what it was worth. Silliness. Distraction. Stupidity. Maybe they all needed a little more of it from time to time. With the armament clenched in her hand, she notched it once more, giving pursuit in a vicious, vehement sprint – long limbs flying through the sand, supplying her own version of merriment and juvenile antics.
But apparently not – the game launching and leading elsewhere, and she shook her head in the nonsense, while taking it for what it was worth. Silliness. Distraction. Stupidity. Maybe they all needed a little more of it from time to time. With the armament clenched in her hand, she notched it once more, giving pursuit in a vicious, vehement sprint – long limbs flying through the sand, supplying her own version of merriment and juvenile antics.
Melita
