I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
There were discussions of drinks and notions of the void, and Melita sat, not very still, but quietly contemplating life choices and her own drink. She hadn’t forgotten Aurelia’s stint as ruler, but the sovereignty had changed hands so many times, and so long before, that it barely blipped on her radar. Especially now, when there’d been stability (as much as Torchline could permit) for seasons upon seasons. But then again, Aurelia would not be on the Ark either, and she couldn’t blame Jack.
Then the Honeybee was left to explain the void shit, and she snorted. “Yeah so, you can hit the infected plants and animals with anything.” Magic, shifts, weaponry, they didn’t seem to hold or bear any particular notions – hit ‘em and call it good, in the demigod’s logic.
She opened her mouth to start again, but then held one finger upwards as if to signify a pause. Grabbing hold of a nearby napkin, she began to jot things down instead of voicing them outlaid, having learned multiple things from that meeting. Little scrawls and drawings and descriptions were laden alongside, including Dahlia's face and then a little Vox (?) sketched as a mystery, with weaknesses of 'air and gravity magic' labeled underneath. She passed the material over to the hybrid for inspection, perusal, and examination.
Jerking her thumb in the direction of Starfall again, she gave a decent enough warning – because Aurelia seemed the type ready to barrel in (see, Melita would know). “They’re pretty strong, so you might want to avoid that whole area for now.”
Then the Honeybee was left to explain the void shit, and she snorted. “Yeah so, you can hit the infected plants and animals with anything.” Magic, shifts, weaponry, they didn’t seem to hold or bear any particular notions – hit ‘em and call it good, in the demigod’s logic.
She opened her mouth to start again, but then held one finger upwards as if to signify a pause. Grabbing hold of a nearby napkin, she began to jot things down instead of voicing them outlaid, having learned multiple things from that meeting. Little scrawls and drawings and descriptions were laden alongside, including Dahlia's face and then a little Vox (?) sketched as a mystery, with weaknesses of 'air and gravity magic' labeled underneath. She passed the material over to the hybrid for inspection, perusal, and examination.
Jerking her thumb in the direction of Starfall again, she gave a decent enough warning – because Aurelia seemed the type ready to barrel in (see, Melita would know). “They’re pretty strong, so you might want to avoid that whole area for now.”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
