not everything is a poem

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Not used to a subdued and matured Kiada, especially when Melita’s own level-headedness was bleak and impractical in the best of times, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her brows arched at the agreement, watching as Kiada disappeared from the bridge for a moment, and the demigod shrugged, tugging and pulling her newest kill along the surface –

And then the Ancient was one of those massive-ass crocodiles from the Climb, and the Honeybee stilled. Mainly to watch, honestly, because she’d seen multitudes of Attuned in their various states and shifts, but this one was different and formidable (sure, she didn’t outdo Remi’s, but it didn’t make it any less cool).

She could hear the slam beneath the veneer, the quick snaps and movements below rippling over the water, and maneuvered faster now of her own accord – mostly to get out of the way. The other echo sharks seemed quite intent on doing the same, and there was a sudden dispersal of fins and motions.

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

Melita