MELITA
She shot another arrow at the beast, perhaps in hopes of ensuring its death was far swifter than the slow cycle and descent from the air. Shrugging her shoulders, and plucking the armaments from the body, the Honeybee was content with their lot, and didn’t bother chasing down the rest of the flock – who, by now, had resorted to hiding amidst the brush, trees, and boughs. “Good haul,” she murmured to her companions instead, snagging the hen, and permitting Fangorn to carry the rest in his vines.Returning to where she’d left Edmund, her brow arched at his collection too. “Well done. See you around some time,” hastened with a brief wave; there was some butchering, haggling, and eating to be done.
{FIN}
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
