regions of moonlight and chaos
If Iskra couldn’t see her eyes roll from beneath the mask, he could probably at least feel the disdain. “Excuse me, we stabbed Pierce at the last pool party,” she used for an example, matter-of-factly, finishing off the cheese biscuit and brushing her hands together. “And why not?” Sometimes violence was the only justifiable answer, in a world according to Melita.
Brow arching at the notions of a lack of a plan, she shrugged thereafter; she hadn’t procured any either – though that was her usual purview. Already beginning to circle the snack table again, not unlike a shark biding its time around a school of fish, she eyed an assortment of cookies, pondering over the particulars. “Eh, no. I suppose not.” She had another insult to fling, but choked it back. “I’m good,” waving away the offer, before her fingers snagged at a chocolate chip one. “Maybe I’ll go terrorize someone.”
Brow arching at the notions of a lack of a plan, she shrugged thereafter; she hadn’t procured any either – though that was her usual purview. Already beginning to circle the snack table again, not unlike a shark biding its time around a school of fish, she eyed an assortment of cookies, pondering over the particulars. “Eh, no. I suppose not.” She had another insult to fling, but choked it back. “I’m good,” waving away the offer, before her fingers snagged at a chocolate chip one. “Maybe I’ll go terrorize someone.”
the honeybee
