I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
The woman didn’t seem bothered by the suggestions, merely…bewildered. That was a common enough experience in Melita’s lot in life, so she shrugged it off, unbothered as she watched the mud continue to freeze, solidified and no longer maneuvering into lumps and coils. With a name, Lyra, the Honeybee gave a nod; moving onto the next throng, and the opportunity for more chaos. “Want to help?” There were always sticks or rocks around – unaware if this individual had any skills or weapons of her own.
Regardless, she fired off another round of arrows, listening as they sunk into the memory muck’s grime, then a singsong decibel of ice coming together. Sila, in the near distance, was far more careful and precise, blowing her embers and fire into some filaments and watching as they seared into nothing.
Regardless, she fired off another round of arrows, listening as they sunk into the memory muck’s grime, then a singsong decibel of ice coming together. Sila, in the near distance, was far more careful and precise, blowing her embers and fire into some filaments and watching as they seared into nothing.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
