Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Glancing back and forth at the flowers, she figured she’d snagged enough for what she intended, and paid for the bundle with a few coins. “Gods no,” she chuckled, waving off that notion. They might’ve been competitive heathens, especially challenging Kaisel and Flora, but they certainly hadn’t been up there with the best of the best. “I missed the first ring, but like, so many others did too.” And genuinely, by the time they’d announced the winners, she and Iskra had already hopped off to other parts of the festival. “Excellent hot cocoa there though.”
As she made her way to a bench, she deposited the flowers, before snagging at a few, taking hold of a variety of blues. Waiting for her uncle, she gave no hesitation in tilting her head towards the dramatic footholds of King’s End’s quandaries – half-expecting some political nonsense or sedition. Instead, it was relationship based, and her mouth formed a round little o, then altered into a snicker. “Ohhhh, was it Vesper? I could’ve sworn she’s talked about him before.” Not ending well seemed to be a decent summary, though the Honeybee would have to wonder and dig a little further into the how of it all. “You could always try and keep them apart, I guess. In separate sections or something?” Or not and let it all blow up, which would be more of Melita's speed, but probably not especially viable for getting much accomplished.
As she made her way to a bench, she deposited the flowers, before snagging at a few, taking hold of a variety of blues. Waiting for her uncle, she gave no hesitation in tilting her head towards the dramatic footholds of King’s End’s quandaries – half-expecting some political nonsense or sedition. Instead, it was relationship based, and her mouth formed a round little o, then altered into a snicker. “Ohhhh, was it Vesper? I could’ve sworn she’s talked about him before.” Not ending well seemed to be a decent summary, though the Honeybee would have to wonder and dig a little further into the how of it all. “You could always try and keep them apart, I guess. In separate sections or something?” Or not and let it all blow up, which would be more of Melita's speed, but probably not especially viable for getting much accomplished.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
