MELITA
Melita didn’t expect Flora to answer anyway, so her brow arched, but she said nothing more. A nod and a narrowing of her eyes at the water followed, trying to parse through sentiments rolling through her brain, and then opting to discard them entirely. Instead, she concentrated on the jars and containers, watching as the starlit expanse flowed into them, before handing the vessels over to Flora. “All right, that should be the last of it then.”Hauling herself out of the water, and completely unbothered by the state of her soused dress, she made a massive eye roll at the ‘picking up rocks and leaving them all around the island’ comment. “Gods. We don’t have to do that again, right?” Someone had probably told her the next steps and directions, but she likely hadn’t been listening.
Regardless, they were done now, and that was more than enough for the Honeybee. “Let’s go bother the locals then,” and see if they could hear any stories about water balloon fights.
[FIN]
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
