I hate it here

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

They took on a childlike, blasé quest to the world, which was all fine and dandy, until it wasn’t.

Melita’s eyes widened into saucers the moment that damned shark made its appearance, and every angle of survival etched and scorched its way through her bones. In an ordinary circumstance, there was no doubt in her mind that she’d yield to arrows or magic, hone in every portion of her frame to perhaps save the little birdfish and themselves. But this was a Honeybee a season away from death, and she didn’t particularly like the thought of another venture there just yet.

Do you need that trauma, Flora? No, probably not.

She didn’t need to be told twice, snagging at the Queen’s hand and hastening with the other. She’d always been a quick, rapid swimmer, and she streamlined her kicks to get them the fuck away and fast.

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

Melita