thorn to be wild

you must burn brighter than ever

‘Not enough’ could pertain to many things, but Melita wisely kept her mouth shut on those parameters. Instead, she listened to the namesake, Elizabeth, and the explanation, head tilting in imminent and obvious confusion. The Honeybee’s patience was much too thin to sit back and observe others beyond the means of survival – trying to figure out who was a threat, who wasn’t, what movement would trigger which weapon of choice – which probably said a lot for her more impulsive persuasions. “Oh,” she arched a brow, considering it. For some reason, she hated to think a litany of presumptions were suddenly laden upon her, just based on what her features were doing at present. “And you were hoping to just watch people around here?” For what?

Striving to let that thought dim, her attention eventually meandered back to the glowing orbs nearby, as they became more apparent beneath the wooden structure of the Observatory. She could hear her mother and sister within those parallels, bobbing around in a constant state of luring and scheming; no longer affected by the ruses and tricks of the elemental fixtures. She’d heard and been disappointed by them one too many times. “Yeah. They’re shit.”

So she took a single breath, tapped into the laden portions of all her wild magic, and when her lungs exhaled, the snap of water hastened through – a singular blast jettisoning out towards the floating beasts.

Melita