mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“Gods, don’t I know it. I think I hurt more muscles just trying to stay on.” But she wouldn’t have been able to endure that particular brand of humiliation. Better to fight – which was always her go to mantra of life anyway. Besides, the hot springs make up for the airs of their foolish indulgences, winding around every pulled and disfigured portion, so she sighed happily, letting the gentle waves babble against her features until Flora began to disclose everything. Then she was rapt and attentive, leaning forward, hanging on every word.
Of all the possibilities wandering through her head as soon as she’d received the newly christened demigod’s letter, she hadn’t meandered along these particulars. “People? Shady? Do tell,” a glutton for gossip and busybody qualities, she had a feeling there were two in consideration to settle into such a claim, but the Honeybee would take more.
Not enough items in the world. No way to counter the lies and masquerades without another ploy. Of Torchline without its banner. Hadama gone back to the sea. Everything lining up in its proper order. She grinned then, eyes reeling towards the embankment, the soft area around them, blessed by the herald herself. Melita’s own issues with Safrin stemmed from all the exploits with her uncle; and truth be told, they all knew a lot of it was his own doing. But the way everything twisted and turned…would Flora be doomed for that too? She glanced back at Flora though, the smile charitable for her friend’s achievements, raising a few fingers to cue off the statements. “Okay, first of all, congratulations. That’s huge. Also on your engagement, by the way,” because she hadn’t forgotten, there’d just been a shit ton going on. “Second, what did you get for magic?!” a buzz of excitement to follow, humming naturally to herself at the pinpointed ventures and the possibilities. “Also third, I can understand why your dads were probably upset,” given everything they’d gone through. “But,” before Flora got vexed, “That doesn’t mean you’ll have the same experiences.”
Of all the possibilities wandering through her head as soon as she’d received the newly christened demigod’s letter, she hadn’t meandered along these particulars. “People? Shady? Do tell,” a glutton for gossip and busybody qualities, she had a feeling there were two in consideration to settle into such a claim, but the Honeybee would take more.
Not enough items in the world. No way to counter the lies and masquerades without another ploy. Of Torchline without its banner. Hadama gone back to the sea. Everything lining up in its proper order. She grinned then, eyes reeling towards the embankment, the soft area around them, blessed by the herald herself. Melita’s own issues with Safrin stemmed from all the exploits with her uncle; and truth be told, they all knew a lot of it was his own doing. But the way everything twisted and turned…would Flora be doomed for that too? She glanced back at Flora though, the smile charitable for her friend’s achievements, raising a few fingers to cue off the statements. “Okay, first of all, congratulations. That’s huge. Also on your engagement, by the way,” because she hadn’t forgotten, there’d just been a shit ton going on. “Second, what did you get for magic?!” a buzz of excitement to follow, humming naturally to herself at the pinpointed ventures and the possibilities. “Also third, I can understand why your dads were probably upset,” given everything they’d gone through. “But,” before Flora got vexed, “That doesn’t mean you’ll have the same experiences.”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
