[se] Hole-y smokes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Fangorn grumbled and growled and made all sorts of noises that meant nothing threatening and all the more inviting to fun. The brush didn’t bother him at all, and more than once he snagged at some long stalks of grass and hurled them around via vines – either for the dragon to pursue or be hit with. Whatever worked.

Melita, on the other hand, stayed crouched, contemplative, and studious. A rare example of her bothering to ponder and wonder, rather than exploding into movement and motion. Perhaps it was the information, or lack thereof, that stayed and stilled her figure. “Hm,” she muttered for an instant, having not considered Safrin possibly returning. “I was hoping for…y’know. More.” Her hands pointed directly to the hole that offered nothing but multitudes of secrets and enigmas. “Watch it be something really lame.”

Moderately disappointed, she rose to her full height, and then glanced back at the Dragoon. “Oh. No.” Head tilting, and relatively unbothered, her brow arched again. “Are you?”

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

Melita