[se] Hole-y smokes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Not much kept Melita from wandering – whether it be shifts and changes in weather, the burdens of LongNight, the bizarre, restless boredom she’d felt within the confines of her home…and as such, the moment the darkness lifted, she was off meandering again. King’s End at least held the intrigue of pestering her uncle, which she felt even more inclined to do, figuring she’d traipse around within the Refuge and stir shit up –

When…there was some giant fucking hole in the ground.

“Huh,” she uttered mostly to herself and her companions, an expression of bewilderment and confusion, with its own blend of the Honeybee’s furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and pouting jaw to round out the suspicious aspects. “Well, that wasn’t there before,” was cast aside a moment later, and then zero hesitations came in her gait, long limbs swinging across blades of grass, pressing over where others had done much the same.

Perhaps she should’ve long since learned from gaping or thundering ahead immediately into the unknown, but some life lessons hit much harder than others, and took far more implementation. Regardless, she wasn’t the only one there, recognizing Koa and Pip, and feeling Sila still along her shoulders. “Hey,” she offered moments later, not hearing the prior conversation between Dragoon and dragon. Fangorn bobbed and waved his vines around, while the smuggler pressed her bare feet right along the edge of the open sector. “What the fuck’s this all about?”

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

Melita