mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Mega-dong in the sand earned a charitable and Cheshire grin for the insult; even if Melita had found herself very wanting on the action side. There’d be more opportunities, especially with her thoughts rummaging and roaming to the Oerwoud. “Yeah. Zavien and Koa called on Hadama and Ronin and Safrin – it was over before we knew it.”
Her features furrowed only slightly at the notions of the displaced – she’d only talked to Sunjata briefly about the refugee thresholds, and hadn’t considered how many had flocked from Stormbreak’s gates. “Yeah I heard, sorry about all that. Hopefully at some point you’ll be able to go back - ,” when Dahlia was ransacked and thrown off her throne or the Family was decimated. High hopes, but the Honeybee was the sort to funnel that determination overtly, impulsive schemes managing and mustering their way to the surface.
When nothing turned up, flower wise anyway, she sighed – she’d been looking forward to something, but emptiness wasn’t it. Plucking a crimson stained rock though, she slipped it in her pocket for later purposes. “Why don’t we head that way,” in the direction of the Wildwood, “and you can tell me about King’s End and shit. My uncle runs it, but I don’t stay over very often,” and maybe all her blabbering on would distract him from those doldrums.
[FIN]
Her features furrowed only slightly at the notions of the displaced – she’d only talked to Sunjata briefly about the refugee thresholds, and hadn’t considered how many had flocked from Stormbreak’s gates. “Yeah I heard, sorry about all that. Hopefully at some point you’ll be able to go back - ,” when Dahlia was ransacked and thrown off her throne or the Family was decimated. High hopes, but the Honeybee was the sort to funnel that determination overtly, impulsive schemes managing and mustering their way to the surface.
When nothing turned up, flower wise anyway, she sighed – she’d been looking forward to something, but emptiness wasn’t it. Plucking a crimson stained rock though, she slipped it in her pocket for later purposes. “Why don’t we head that way,” in the direction of the Wildwood, “and you can tell me about King’s End and shit. My uncle runs it, but I don’t stay over very often,” and maybe all her blabbering on would distract him from those doldrums.
[FIN]
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
