regions of moonlight and chaos
On contemplation, a rare occurrence, Melita snagged at the black maker again and began doodling an outline of Ludo on Remi’s other cheek. It had a very goofy adornment, but all in all she was pleased. Enough so that she shrugged, capped it, and quietly, carefully, put the entirety of the artistic flourish back into her bag and away.
Ronin’s notions were a bit grim, so the Honeybee’s face adorned into a frown while she thought, snagging at some of the snacks and began wafting them under Remi’s nose – figuring he’d like to participate in the conversation, rather than them just gabbing around him. “That doesn’t sound…great. But it makes me wonder if we should be doing something too. Or what we can do…” because of the now weaker subset (irritatingly so, she’d admit, but she had no intentions of staying that way for long).
Giving and granting a stage whisper, she glanced at the array of food again. “What’s his favorite?”
Ronin’s notions were a bit grim, so the Honeybee’s face adorned into a frown while she thought, snagging at some of the snacks and began wafting them under Remi’s nose – figuring he’d like to participate in the conversation, rather than them just gabbing around him. “That doesn’t sound…great. But it makes me wonder if we should be doing something too. Or what we can do…” because of the now weaker subset (irritatingly so, she’d admit, but she had no intentions of staying that way for long).
Giving and granting a stage whisper, she glanced at the array of food again. “What’s his favorite?”
the honeybee
