you must burn brighter than ever
“This is going to shock you,” she’d started, humming a little to indicate it actually wasn’t a big deal. “But I need to get more rocks. And some ore.” So trudging up Apopo didn’t sound too awful, though Melita had long since lifted her hair into a makeshift bun so the sweat didn’t cling too rapidly to all the crimson curls and strands. Lifting her foot amidst the soil, and swinging her back over shoulder, she continued climbing upwards with Flora, only occasionally glancing over to the site of the volcano – because, while detrimental to their health, the Honeybee always thought it was neat.
Fangorn seemed wholly unbothered, whipping his vines back and forth as he bobbed around the slight knolls, and Sila was long since adrift in the warmer thermals, content to keep climbing upwards. The Honeybee glanced over her shoulder back at the Queen, contemplating other subject lines. It wouldn't be Jack, nor any of the other relationship dilemmas circumventing through. “So, your new boat. Have you figured out how fast it can go yet?”
Fangorn seemed wholly unbothered, whipping his vines back and forth as he bobbed around the slight knolls, and Sila was long since adrift in the warmer thermals, content to keep climbing upwards. The Honeybee glanced over her shoulder back at the Queen, contemplating other subject lines. It wouldn't be Jack, nor any of the other relationship dilemmas circumventing through. “So, your new boat. Have you figured out how fast it can go yet?”
Melita
