to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
With the Ark where it needed to be, Melita saluted, already beginning to adjust her sails again, intending to depart from the shitlands shortly. Her head tilted, catching the words on the wind, giving a nod. “Sure – I have to see my uncle anyway.” Multiple business trips and venues, it seemed, with memory mud to be scorned and pirates to be blown up.
Later, she might reflect that this meeting had gone far better without her incandescent rage spilling out everywhere. Whether or not that meant she’d try the same tactic elsewhere, would remain to be seen.
Regardless if this was growth, learning, or just a spinoff of the usual Honeybee flare, once she was certain everyone was settled, she bid adieu with a salute and wave, before the Firecracker ascended back into the dreary rain.
[FIN]
Later, she might reflect that this meeting had gone far better without her incandescent rage spilling out everywhere. Whether or not that meant she’d try the same tactic elsewhere, would remain to be seen.
Regardless if this was growth, learning, or just a spinoff of the usual Honeybee flare, once she was certain everyone was settled, she bid adieu with a salute and wave, before the Firecracker ascended back into the dreary rain.
[FIN]
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
