[RQ] make the ashes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Oh, so this was a whoooole can of worms – one Melita eagerly, if a bit owlishly in her expression, surveyed. Sometimes being blissfully unaware and bewildered had its moments, for she was suddenly given a rapt retelling of relationship drama she hadn’t been privy to. Having really only Sunjata’s stories of misspent decisions and inclinations with others, this came as a chaotic little treat, and she couldn’t help herself from staring, back and forth, between the other parties. The rocks were an absent-minded deluge.

“Sorry about all that,” was the best she could muster, uncertain if that was even true. And after that, the Honeybee’s head shot up. “Wait, what’s going on with Harper?” Why would he be living in King’s End?

What else had she been missing?

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

Melita