[se] tarnished but grand

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Melita’s experiences with Ludo had been far different from Remi’s – so when Flora admitted the notion, the youth nodded, unbothered and nonplussed. “It’s my favorite,” and she grinned, feral again. “It likes its tricks and mischief,” which she could always abide by, especially in realms of chaos, “and it helped me get Sila. And a lot of my weapons.” She’d rarely, if ever, gone to another god for such designations.

Oh, and she could imagine – her smile widening ever so slightly. “We could try for it in Deepfrost, if you really want to.” It never took much for Melita to unfurl her impulses; far too emboldened by bedlam and vengeance to care. “Remi’s been used enough in his life,” and she shrugged her shoulders, rarely wanting to bother the Lullaby, after all the shit he’d been through. “This can be all on us.”

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

Melita