MELITA
Blissfully unaware most of the time, and probably for the best at this interval, the chaotic Honeybee smirked at Flora’s whispers. “Yeah. Mine wouldn’t have fit him at all,” she hummed in return, not bothering to hide any of it in some stage-like performance. It would've been really funny to say...tie him to the bottom of her boat and see what happened.Not that she wasn’t familiar with the Ark anyway, and floated about, assisting with things setting sail, occasionally petting the cannon like an old friend, and rotating back around to wherever she was needed. Crossing her arms over her chest for a moment, she gazed out on the horizon, and then the sea itself. “So we just need to drop stones?”
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Melita helps set sail!
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
