your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
This time, Melita was ready – eager anticipating the reel of another bottle flailed through the air. Colt’s aim on this interval was plenty, permitting the Honeybee to gracefully lean over and pluck it from the sky, before it collided into any wooden frame of the skyboat. She didn’t even have to maneuver it, save for a few tugs of the sail lines. “Thanks!” She hollered, cupping her hands as best she could with beer in hand. “We’ll have to race again next time!” Since, based on her excellent distractions and skills (at least in her mind), she’d clearly won the impromptu competition. you are from another time
Whether or not it was actually fair wasn’t really up for discussion, at least when it came to the Honeybee.
With a genial wave, she flickered the Firecracker back across the horizon, content with the chaos extended across King’s End yet again.
[FIN]
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
