[RQ] [SE] send me out like a shooting star

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Melita made a face once more – wrinkled nose and distaste at the confirmation of it all. “Hopefully no one else has to get it either,” like the god damn circle of plagues in Caido. The Honeybee had contracted the blight ages ago, and had avoided the second iteration, but she’d prefer not to have patterns start rolling over diseases.

As far as other ways to ensure their creatures…survived, her head tilted back towards Flora. “Fingers are a bit flooded at the moment, but would Stormbreak want ‘em near them either?” Last she’d heard, the whole floating stone isle was left out of the clutches of the disaster, so if she sounded a envious and kicked a few stray blades of grass for good measure, she didn’t bother to hide it.

Her brow arched at the glance though, barking out a laugh instead. “Yeah, good enough.” Not like she wanted to pamper these stupid fuckers. Keeping her eyes peeled for these void monstrosities, she pointed ahead, to something dark and twisted and generally fucky. “Think that one will do?”

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

Melita