and when the dust settles

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Well, that was a disappointing finale. For the Honeybee, at least.

As soon as the river star headed towards the stranger, and he shifted into a god damned unicorn, stomping and beating and tearing the thing apart, Melita was left quite out to sea. Huffing a breath and rolling her eyes again, she turned visible once more, figuring there wasn’t any point to hiding now, and gracefully maneuvered across the water again, weapons still in her hands. Y’know. Just in case.

“I think you got it,” and she sneered at the remains, shrugging her shoulders, figuring there wouldn’t be much left to be of worth, value, or trading.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita