Was it illegal to bitch-slap a child? Probably. And truly, Melita was past the point of giving a fuck – because this one was reminding her way too much of herself, and dealing with that required lots of patience the Honeybee didn’t have. “Maybe I am,” she noted with an air of casual indifference – glancing at the sudden sheer and coating of ice from gods-damned nowhere. Arching a brow and not bothering to press the bizarre influx of the element, she wondered if it would be wiser to simply explain it to the kid.
Then if they kept pressing, she’d given herself permission to truly be an asshat. “We need ‘em for protecting Torchline from that shit,” she offered, pointing in the direction of Starfall. “So leave those alone, and I can find you some other rocks. Much better ones.” She wouldn’t let them have the special shiny shit (that was hers), but she could offer some manner of appeasement.
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Melita tries to strike a deal with the chitlin.
Then if they kept pressing, she’d given herself permission to truly be an asshat. “We need ‘em for protecting Torchline from that shit,” she offered, pointing in the direction of Starfall. “So leave those alone, and I can find you some other rocks. Much better ones.” She wouldn’t let them have the special shiny shit (that was hers), but she could offer some manner of appeasement.
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Melita tries to strike a deal with the chitlin.
melita
then I became the fire
