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When Flora wasn’t satisfied, Melita’s grin curled and contorted into something menacing; ready, willing for upheaval. While her mind would’ve concocted something else, maybe dragging out prisoners and letting them be test dummies and targets or other adversaries, Flora drew back into her own capabilities, ones the Honeybee no longer had. “Oh fuck yeah,” she announced with that potent smile, waiting, waiting, waiting, despite any misgivings about Safrin, surely the starry goddess could come up with something sufficient –
But it wasn’t Safrin.
Her eyes went wide and features less domineering as Vi made his appearance. Melita had never been beheld in his presence. Never would have, given who she was – prone to violence that wasn’t always saturated in justice. She gaped like a fish several times, glancing back and forth at Flora, then pinched the skin on her arm, just in case she was suddenly hallucinating. Then she wondered if they could even do that, like it was a sacrilege to even turn their armaments towards the Big God. “Uhhhh,” came her brainless and initial response, looking at the Doubletake once more. “Okaaaaay. Thank you,” because she felt like she needed to be polite for what they were about to do.
Lighting the fuse again, far less confident now because this seemed absurd, the cannon fired across the harbor – with its dramatic fanfare and fireworks and power – to amount to almost a dry humor spelled out in the sky.
But it wasn’t Safrin.
Her eyes went wide and features less domineering as Vi made his appearance. Melita had never been beheld in his presence. Never would have, given who she was – prone to violence that wasn’t always saturated in justice. She gaped like a fish several times, glancing back and forth at Flora, then pinched the skin on her arm, just in case she was suddenly hallucinating. Then she wondered if they could even do that, like it was a sacrilege to even turn their armaments towards the Big God. “Uhhhh,” came her brainless and initial response, looking at the Doubletake once more. “Okaaaaay. Thank you,” because she felt like she needed to be polite for what they were about to do.
Lighting the fuse again, far less confident now because this seemed absurd, the cannon fired across the harbor – with its dramatic fanfare and fireworks and power – to amount to almost a dry humor spelled out in the sky.
Melita
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