in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
Phoebe simply nodded to the honeybee girl, not remotely concerned about her stock. She near neurotically prepared remedies as of late. Her store of healing teas and tonics and tinctures and pastes had never been so full. "I will make sure to deliver you a month's worth. But if you need any more or anything else you just let me know." she said softly, lips twitching as if she might've smiled, but she didn't. A moment of silence passed, the midwife focusing on the flowery basket she was shaping with her fingers. But finally, at length, she asked quietly, "Melita...how did you learn how to fight?"
PHOEBE
