a lion-hearted girl
The honeybee began adding shells to the adornments, to the exterior, a haze of light blue and pale ivory, pearlescent little shades she’d found at the bottom of rock pools and embankments, constantly snagging shiny refinements. Stones too adorned the bottom, some pointed and rigid to resemble some diamond fixtures and fixation, to weigh it down, and then she thought over the implication, and reassembled them elsewhere, so they shone instead of drew to causes and effects. A few pieces of light palms were added too, like fans and waves from the jungles themselves, pieces, snippets, and pockets of a world Eloise had unfortunately left behind.Zeph’s comment drew her head upwards from her work though, wondering what the statement was meant to signify. “And what sort would that be?” An arch to her brow followed, along with a delicate balance in the tip of her head, destined to be either mercurial, tempestuous, or entirely whimsical in her nature. The answer could’ve been a range of nuances – bold, stupid, ignorant, impudent, defiant, and she probably wouldn’t argue with any of the sentiments.
ready for a fight
MELITA
