regions of moonlight and chaos
A wide grin settled upon the Honeybee’s features - delighted at Kaisel ’s fear and compliment, pressing her hand over her heart as if it’d been the best thing she’d ever heard. “That's so sweet. Thanks!” She laughed, tipping back more of whatever drink she’d snagged. Her eyes roamed around, counting out several she’d qualify as future victims, but it wasn’t her plan of action now – nay, she was only setting the Dragoon on his very own fire-forged path. “Good luck! Let me know how it goes!” Then she winked – suddenly gone again.
Except, really, she was merely drifting through crowds and dropping some of her own sponges here and there, waiting for the sound of surprised screams or giggles of delight.
Eventually though, she still wound her way back to Iskra, reappearing as if she’d hardly been gone at all. “Look, aren’t you proud? No stabbings.”
Except, really, she was merely drifting through crowds and dropping some of her own sponges here and there, waiting for the sound of surprised screams or giggles of delight.
Eventually though, she still wound her way back to Iskra, reappearing as if she’d hardly been gone at all. “Look, aren’t you proud? No stabbings.”
the honeybee
