[se] tarnished but grand

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

A cackle flickered through her chest at the suggestion, taking another sip of her drink as the thought made her mouth curl into something feral again. “Ludo would love that,” she was fairly certain, humming along in a welcome conspiracy. Thereafter, she cradled the bottle while snagging at her bag, grabbing hold of a couple treats and snacks, offering them up to Flora by placing the items in between them.

Grabbing hold of a few crackers and bits of jerky, she extended both to Fangorn and Sila, before chewing on the edge of one on her own, considering. Eventually though, a long sigh unwound, and an eyeroll to follow the inquiry. “Tanau hosted some limbo event last season,” as if this was a perfectly normal thing to do – and given the chaos, Melita would’ve been one of the many to line up. “Anyway, it was down to the courier and I – and I won – but he made it look like he threw the damn thing.” With another ungrateful huff, she finished off the cracker, dusting her hands off on her pants.

She’d had no idea about the other gossip though – certainly Talyson wasn’t Ru’s type? Like…weak, awkward, and annoying? “I wouldn’t think Ru to like his sort. Like…at all.” Her nose wrinkled and curled, much like when someone ate something quite poor, then a brief shudder went through her.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita