MELITA
Scooping at the starlight, she simply listened. A rare thing for the Honeybee to do, perhaps, given the impulsivity always restlessly pulsing through her veins, but sometimes she sought to understand, rather than respond. From her standpoints, comprehension, and experiences, Jack was far older, and that came with a multitude of capabilities, knowledge, and potential manipulations that Flora simply wouldn’t have. Plus, he was occasionally just a bastard for little to no reason, and Melita, out of some goodness in her blackened little heart, didn’t want to see her friend and extended family hurt. Koa was her friend too, and far more amusing than Jack ever would be, in her opinion. But then she was learning things about the Dragoon that she’d never heard before, and she had to wonder what on earth she’d been doing in all these times. Probably stupid, chaotic shit, but that was beyond the point at this juncture. Her head tilted again, surveying the water running into the jars and jugs, bits and pieces of starlight woven through as histories inveigled, twisted, and torn, and the reasonable nuances gave way to all the embittered ones. “Huh,” she offered first, filling one glass container and setting it aside on the bank. Maybe ignorance had been bliss after all. She wasn’t sure anymore.
Trying to find the fathoms from Flora’s situations, she instead placed another jar under the surface, breaking over the constellations. “Well, I didn’t know all that either,” and she wrinkled her nose vaguely again. “And I don’t really care, and it’s not my business, and I’ll probably never understand…” so maybe that was her way of apologizing about even asking, her free hand meandered around the air as she gestured to nothing. “But if Jack hurts you, you can always come to me too.” And she’d come up with a myriad of ways to destroy him.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
