Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
It was a rare occasion that Melita savored a smidgen of nostalgia, but gazing out over the horizon and seeing the Greatwood broken into pieces and parts was still strange. Once so fiercely defended that one could barely step within without being bombarded by Fae, now it seemed open and vivid, carefree and quiet. Or maybe that was just how she wanted to picture it – the nymph-like race still clutching their leaves, branches, and brambles deep within thorny pockets.
Regardless, the Honeybee pondered making her way through to Ludo’s Woods and leaving her usual offerings to her favored deity, or simply meandering, wandering, before winding her way around; through isles and water. Fangorn grumbled at her feet, and Sila soared overhead, screeching about something nearby. “Ooh, we could always go hunting,” she murmured, already opting to get her weaponry out…trying to decide which to utilize.
Regardless, the Honeybee pondered making her way through to Ludo’s Woods and leaving her usual offerings to her favored deity, or simply meandering, wandering, before winding her way around; through isles and water. Fangorn grumbled at her feet, and Sila soared overhead, screeching about something nearby. “Ooh, we could always go hunting,” she murmured, already opting to get her weaponry out…trying to decide which to utilize.
Melita
