mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Flora’s reaction was enough for the mischief to complete the glow around Melita’s features – drawn back into their ridiculous schemes, rather than mining away at another woman’s snares. The Honeybee’s grin was embellished and Cheshire, tilting her head as the warmth brewed over them and she loosened another series of laughs at the thought of judges and spectators watching chaos and anarchy over a singular bounce house. “And prizes for survivors,” because gods knew someone would end up on the bottom of the not-well-constructed floor.
Melita could picture Kaisel too – all dressed in his groom finery – striving to alleviate and eliminate his competition in one fell swoop. How far others would go might not matter; though it would serve to amplify the already glorious depiction. “Approved, then?” She winked, already making plans to secure the lot – figuring she could drag the necessary parts on skyship.
As for Iskra’s part, her smile turned into something fond, eyes drifting upwards, either conspiring or trying to predict the woodcutter’s course of action. “It could go either way.” She had managed to snag him into her skijoring tactics with little issue, and an abundance of other stupid notions – like fire jumping. “I think I could convince him to join, but if we needed an additional judge he might be all right with that too.” Part of her figured he’d be a little too worried about her blowing portions of the house away or getting herself stampeded upon in the process…but then again, she’d never really accounted for her own safety. “I’ll pitch the idea and see what he says.” Very content with this newfound idea on multiple levels, she leaned back against the stone. “Who else could we get in there? Think your dads would?”
Melita could picture Kaisel too – all dressed in his groom finery – striving to alleviate and eliminate his competition in one fell swoop. How far others would go might not matter; though it would serve to amplify the already glorious depiction. “Approved, then?” She winked, already making plans to secure the lot – figuring she could drag the necessary parts on skyship.
As for Iskra’s part, her smile turned into something fond, eyes drifting upwards, either conspiring or trying to predict the woodcutter’s course of action. “It could go either way.” She had managed to snag him into her skijoring tactics with little issue, and an abundance of other stupid notions – like fire jumping. “I think I could convince him to join, but if we needed an additional judge he might be all right with that too.” Part of her figured he’d be a little too worried about her blowing portions of the house away or getting herself stampeded upon in the process…but then again, she’d never really accounted for her own safety. “I’ll pitch the idea and see what he says.” Very content with this newfound idea on multiple levels, she leaned back against the stone. “Who else could we get in there? Think your dads would?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
