saltwater stains

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

The Honeybee rarely did anything slow, or by halves, so the indication left her with a pout. But maybe she could explore and see beyond the inherent impulsiveness, and so she unfurled a long sigh that went nowhere, and proceeded to investigate.

While there weren’t any sharks drifting nearby (from what she could see), there were certainly plenty of fish. Some reminded her of butterflies, which then reminded her of her sister, and so she did slow, gazing upon the yellow and black banded creatures, before gazing wistfully at some marked in turquoise hues.

Striving not to appear incredibly nostalgic for things she could never have again, the Honeybee sauntered forward, arms propelling in languid drifts, watching Flora from the corner of her eyes, and the caves ahead.