mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Melita grimaced as the tale spun along; Colt had said as much before, but hearing it from Flora’s end, and the movements and expressions associated with it, sounded as though it wasn’t really over or sorted. Sifted, perhaps, like grains of sand and others stuck in a blockade; waiting to be found of value or discarded. Whether or not any of them took the opportunity to nestle into anything but daggers was up to them, and so the Honeybee hummed under her breath, eyes narrowing a little as she looked across the water. “Oof. Well. Would you use your new magic on either of them then?” To see the truth behind the cloaks and veils, where it likely wound somewhere in between?
Followed through with Flora’s own excitement to galvanize said incantations – so maybe the opportunity would come up sooner rather than later. For half a second, her teeth shown in those twisting venues of destruction and mayhem, her mind already working through how she’d like to toy with such weaponry, before it flickered and faltered somewhere along the line of the demigod’s question. “Oh. Yeah.” She paused, taking a deep breath, fingers gliding through the scope of the springs, like she could pull the answer from the ether and it would sit better in her chest. “It was like being stronger and not at the same time. You have all these new gifts and talents, but not all the…fortitude to back them up? Like. Don’t go enter a battle tournament,” she winced, shrugging her shoulders like it hadn’t been a major wound and life-altering event. “It doesn’t last forever, but you still have to be a little careful.”
Whether or not Flora would actually do that was another thing – obviously Melita hadn’t.
Safrin not having ambitions spurned on the Queen though gave her pause, a quiet little ‘huh’. Maybe it was just all about power and having that force and ferocity behind the Torchline name. Or something else would churn up eventually, as it always did in Caido. “I hope you enjoy it nonetheless,” she returned with a grin instead, shooing one of the ningos away with her hands.
Followed through with Flora’s own excitement to galvanize said incantations – so maybe the opportunity would come up sooner rather than later. For half a second, her teeth shown in those twisting venues of destruction and mayhem, her mind already working through how she’d like to toy with such weaponry, before it flickered and faltered somewhere along the line of the demigod’s question. “Oh. Yeah.” She paused, taking a deep breath, fingers gliding through the scope of the springs, like she could pull the answer from the ether and it would sit better in her chest. “It was like being stronger and not at the same time. You have all these new gifts and talents, but not all the…fortitude to back them up? Like. Don’t go enter a battle tournament,” she winced, shrugging her shoulders like it hadn’t been a major wound and life-altering event. “It doesn’t last forever, but you still have to be a little careful.”
Whether or not Flora would actually do that was another thing – obviously Melita hadn’t.
Safrin not having ambitions spurned on the Queen though gave her pause, a quiet little ‘huh’. Maybe it was just all about power and having that force and ferocity behind the Torchline name. Or something else would churn up eventually, as it always did in Caido. “I hope you enjoy it nonetheless,” she returned with a grin instead, shooing one of the ningos away with her hands.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
