mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“Isn’t Ludo the best?” Melita offered good-naturedly, as they stumbled into the Greenwing. While Iskra might eventually find fault in some portions of his impending quest, the raggedy herald’s representation had set the Honeybee into an avid and spirited mood, so much that she didn’t mind trying to skip amidst the absolute piles of clothing layered upon her form.
Drowning in one of Iskra’s jackets again, she surveyed the grounds, hand shielding her from the onslaught of the sun, as she peered over the most verdant area she’d ever seen of Halo – which was easy to do, given all the white – she found the whole section captivating. Here and there were little blossoms poking out from the ground, trickles of creek beds and streams running idealistically through…a content and quaint portion of an otherwise savage region. “This place is nice,” she mustered from behind her scarf, hand twirling the wooden portion of the ax in her hand. “I’ve never used one of these things though,” was an off-handed and casual mention – much preferring the precision of her daggers, staff, or bow.
Drowning in one of Iskra’s jackets again, she surveyed the grounds, hand shielding her from the onslaught of the sun, as she peered over the most verdant area she’d ever seen of Halo – which was easy to do, given all the white – she found the whole section captivating. Here and there were little blossoms poking out from the ground, trickles of creek beds and streams running idealistically through…a content and quaint portion of an otherwise savage region. “This place is nice,” she mustered from behind her scarf, hand twirling the wooden portion of the ax in her hand. “I’ve never used one of these things though,” was an off-handed and casual mention – much preferring the precision of her daggers, staff, or bow.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
