regions of moonlight and chaos
She half-wondered if Iskra was being purposefully irritating, or she was just easily riled tonight. “Oh, great, so now that they’re gone, we just don’t get to stab anyone anymore?” She huffed, throwing her hands in the air, knife still held tightly, as if this was the most bothersome topic and she’d been handed an ultimatum. Pointedly, she ignored the last bit, saving her response to just glowering from behind her mask.
But then there were other potential victims, and she turned to where Iskra had selected a candidate. “Eh, I’ve bullied him twice already,” she shrugged, glancing over to Hawthorn and recalling the pants pulling incident, and then the Fangorn terror within King’s End. She supposed there weren't limitations - especially with the number of moments she'd made Koa's life hell, but she wasn't in the mood to select an old haunt. “I’ll find someone,” was already a ridiculous promise, but then she was invisible, wandering and wondering, passing through portions to start another crime.
But then there were other potential victims, and she turned to where Iskra had selected a candidate. “Eh, I’ve bullied him twice already,” she shrugged, glancing over to Hawthorn and recalling the pants pulling incident, and then the Fangorn terror within King’s End. She supposed there weren't limitations - especially with the number of moments she'd made Koa's life hell, but she wasn't in the mood to select an old haunt. “I’ll find someone,” was already a ridiculous promise, but then she was invisible, wandering and wondering, passing through portions to start another crime.
the honeybee
