MELITA
Anything refined, delicate, or lacking a fundamental sensation of violence was foreign to the honeybee girl, but she was quick and eager to apply herself. Folding paper lanterns couldn’t be as intricate or alarming as putting together herb satchels (like she’d once done for Phoebe – likely an utter failure in her mother’s healing eyes) – so she happily acquiesced, she and Fangorn bounding over to Amalia’s side as she demonstrated the proper techniques.The first time was swift and cunning; as if the baker had concocted and orchestrated the models all her life. Melita had spent a majority of her time learning to fend off monsters and demons, how to wield sticks and bramble, how to hide so no one haunted her or her loved ones. But this was okay now – something to make her concentrate, make her understand, make her comprehend, more to life than a bow, than a staff, than a volley into shoulders, angled talons and claws, or bruised ribs.
They watched, enamored, before trying it out for themselves, thankful Amalia had slowed down the process and Melita could try and produce a mirror image. The first was not grand, a bit tattered and torn when she got frustrated with a particular dimension, but eventually, she seemed to acquire a knack for it, and her fingers, her hands, her palms were busy with the box shapes, and placing the strings through their thresholds.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
