watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Melita had to cover her mouth to muffle the laughter at Aurelia’s expense – gleeful and exuberant as she watched her fellow smuggler stare. The honeybee had performed this stunt on numerous occasions, often enjoying basking upon the veneer’s surface, content and complete. This, however, was a play upon some level of deceit and trickery, a way to manifest it back upon Jack, and she wasn’t about to give herself away by exploding into giggles. Instead, she’d frolic and romp by the proportions of the game, just with her own twist, and a massive, Cheshire grin in Aurelia’s direction.
“Polo!” came again, lunging away from Jack’s area, and then attempting to sprint across to the other side with some manner of stealth – not trying to cause ripples, splashes, or anything else that might further alert and alarm.
“Polo!” came again, lunging away from Jack’s area, and then attempting to sprint across to the other side with some manner of stealth – not trying to cause ripples, splashes, or anything else that might further alert and alarm.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
