regions of moonlight and chaos
After notes and promises of pranks, the smuggler had waited for the appropriate day. And since it was after LongNight, and that weird influx of informational dreams and Ronin's other letter...well, she'd much prefer to have a good time rather than mull over other possibilities and impending near death experiences.
That was her reasoning, anyway.
Armed with promised bags of snacks and candies, and some washable markers of varying colors and size for no real reason of course, Melita skipped her way down to the sunny beach, where the warm sand was a bounty against her bare feet and indifference along the winding road of Starfall in the distance. She could make out some figures in the distance, exactly the ones she was seeking, and rather than come in with her usual flair for noise, raucousness, and upheaval, she gave a quiet, but clearly there wave, before hastening towards Ronin in particular.
That was her reasoning, anyway.
Armed with promised bags of snacks and candies, and some washable markers of varying colors and size for no real reason of course, Melita skipped her way down to the sunny beach, where the warm sand was a bounty against her bare feet and indifference along the winding road of Starfall in the distance. She could make out some figures in the distance, exactly the ones she was seeking, and rather than come in with her usual flair for noise, raucousness, and upheaval, she gave a quiet, but clearly there wave, before hastening towards Ronin in particular.
the honeybee
