regions of moonlight and chaos
From her own corner, Melita had been orchestrating plans of chaos and mayhem, because once she figured out who Hawthorn was, she’d be able to cross that portion off her bedlam list. Scrawling a few more notes on her parchment, and swigging down another sip of her beer, it came as no surprise that there was a sudden bout of action – LongNight seemed to make them all edgy, and other circumstances with void nonsense, Starfall, and the general Torchline citizenship notwithstanding…there didn’t need to be much of a reason.
Much like the Honeybee becoming involved.
Spurned on by violence and the inherent nonsense of being Ludo’s demigod, she began to stretch, checking out the number of armaments already lined upon her person, and shoving her companions under the table. Not noticing anyone in particular that she might recognize, not now anyway (in this hustle and bustle of moving bodies), she swindled around, contemplating her choices. Then, with a yawn, she picked up a nearby stool, and hurled it towards the nearest doofus (ND).
Much like the Honeybee becoming involved.
Spurned on by violence and the inherent nonsense of being Ludo’s demigod, she began to stretch, checking out the number of armaments already lined upon her person, and shoving her companions under the table. Not noticing anyone in particular that she might recognize, not now anyway (in this hustle and bustle of moving bodies), she swindled around, contemplating her choices. Then, with a yawn, she picked up a nearby stool, and hurled it towards the nearest doofus (ND).
the honeybee
