Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Past experiences amongst Metacarpal Island, though brief and hardly indulgent, had certainly left an ominous pulse in the back of the Honeybee’s mind. Not so much that she hesitated or dreaded coming, because carnivorous plants and bones clustered within their sanction weren’t going to be the death of her, but enough that she didn’t want to linger for too long.
Or else she’d, as most knew and understood, would be tempted to set it all ablaze.
“Get in and get out?” She grumbled to Jack over her shoulder, before stooping along gnarled roots at her feet, picking at smaller portions of pale bone found in the leaf litter. Fangorn equally growled, his vines turning over some stalks and greenery, while Sila flew overhead, keeping an eye on the proceedings and surroundings.
Or else she’d, as most knew and understood, would be tempted to set it all ablaze.
“Get in and get out?” She grumbled to Jack over her shoulder, before stooping along gnarled roots at her feet, picking at smaller portions of pale bone found in the leaf litter. Fangorn equally growled, his vines turning over some stalks and greenery, while Sila flew overhead, keeping an eye on the proceedings and surroundings.
Melita
