Melita heaved another sigh from beneath the Firecracker, eyes peering upwards and allowing the hulk of her boat to shield her eyes from the pressing sun. Torchline didn’t hold any of the bitter cold that Halo, and many other portions had, and she’d yielded to its warm dominion immediately, only wrinkling her nose now as she glanced at all the portions left to clean after she was done with the ropes. How had it gotten so dirty so quickly? Maybe the trip to Apopo…
The train of thought was abruptly cut off as Flora started the conversation again, not anticipating where it was going. For a moment her eyes widened, before she found herself glancing away once more, grabbing another pulley and rope to distract herself from the impending emotions clinging against her ribcage. “Oh, well. You don’t need to worry about me,” she launched, half a smile etched on her face, a hapless shrug that deterred from all the other portions threading and threatening through her mind. Not many did. Maybe she’d never much given them a reason to – or she just wasn’t a blip or a thought. “He didn’t even say anything to me. I didn’t know he’d left. Sunjata told me.” Which really cemented and segmented a whole lot more to the Honeybee about the Captain, and her lot in the life of the Ark.
Her mouth opened for half a second more, wondering if she should even start opening up that particular can of worms – then pondered when her impulses had ever been stopped. Maybe it was maturity. Or she knew better; hated to see the scalding results. “Do – do you know why he went?” She could hazard a few guesses, but would rather hear the truth, she supposed, than ever trying to pry it out of Jack somewhere in King’s End.
But at Flora’s heartfelt grin, she could already feel a multitude of other bristling portions fading; maybe just into the ridge of her spine, rather than every column of enamel. “Thanks.”
The train of thought was abruptly cut off as Flora started the conversation again, not anticipating where it was going. For a moment her eyes widened, before she found herself glancing away once more, grabbing another pulley and rope to distract herself from the impending emotions clinging against her ribcage. “Oh, well. You don’t need to worry about me,” she launched, half a smile etched on her face, a hapless shrug that deterred from all the other portions threading and threatening through her mind. Not many did. Maybe she’d never much given them a reason to – or she just wasn’t a blip or a thought. “He didn’t even say anything to me. I didn’t know he’d left. Sunjata told me.” Which really cemented and segmented a whole lot more to the Honeybee about the Captain, and her lot in the life of the Ark.
Her mouth opened for half a second more, wondering if she should even start opening up that particular can of worms – then pondered when her impulses had ever been stopped. Maybe it was maturity. Or she knew better; hated to see the scalding results. “Do – do you know why he went?” She could hazard a few guesses, but would rather hear the truth, she supposed, than ever trying to pry it out of Jack somewhere in King’s End.
But at Flora’s heartfelt grin, she could already feel a multitude of other bristling portions fading; maybe just into the ridge of her spine, rather than every column of enamel. “Thanks.”
melita
then I became the fire
