regions of moonlight and chaos
Ronin’s wave was all the encouragement she needed. His comment had her snorting, however, as she handed over several bags of goodies, including, but not limited to lemon drops, chocolate-coated pretzels, caramels, and a variety of potato chip flavors. “Is that so?” She laughed, though quietly and behind her hand, not wishing to disturb Remi. In a low whisper, for Melita had difficulty with anything subtle or quiet (this was going to be a challenge), she turned back towards the White Knight as she continued to tiptoe across the sand. “Why do you say that?”
Then there was Remi, sleeping so peacefully. Glancing at him with all the fondness of friends and perhaps an evil, hellion cat, she sat beside the hammock, carefully prying the markers out. Black to start, for funsies. She extended a wave of her own over the washable containments, in case Ronin wanted to join in, before going to work lightly drawing multiple dicks on Remi’s forehead.
Then there was Remi, sleeping so peacefully. Glancing at him with all the fondness of friends and perhaps an evil, hellion cat, she sat beside the hammock, carefully prying the markers out. Black to start, for funsies. She extended a wave of her own over the washable containments, in case Ronin wanted to join in, before going to work lightly drawing multiple dicks on Remi’s forehead.
the honeybee
