you must burn brighter than ever
Perhaps their lack of closeness sheltered and saved Sohalia from Melita’s wrath; but most of the time her umbrage and outrage were reserved for those who truly deserved it. And they’d know, immediately, based on her reactions. Not one to sugarcoat anything, the Honeybee was all boldness and daring on most days, and so her predilection to honor some foreign concept of amiability was unique. Surprising, maybe. But Sohalia had never conjured any of that unrelenting bitterness or rancor, so perhaps they were both free to enjoy and relish, rather than mourn and blister.
They could skip over multitudes of what the Honeybee had been doing in Sohalia’s absence too – namely becoming a demigod and subsequently dying – her head tilting as she gestured vaguely towards her house. “Oh, guarding against spirits,” as if it were obvious from the absurd drawings being hastened towards her window frames. “You can help if you want.” She picked up another image, this one of Ludo on a pool floatie, and began to place it near her door.
They could skip over multitudes of what the Honeybee had been doing in Sohalia’s absence too – namely becoming a demigod and subsequently dying – her head tilting as she gestured vaguely towards her house. “Oh, guarding against spirits,” as if it were obvious from the absurd drawings being hastened towards her window frames. “You can help if you want.” She picked up another image, this one of Ludo on a pool floatie, and began to place it near her door.
Melita
