there's always a glimmer in those
Once he’d finished counting (if that’s what it’d had truly been – difficult to tell and parse through the individual growls), Fangorn set off in pursuit. Truth be told, the dragon was quite a bit easier to spot, but the gourd made a sporting match of it, pretending to go around multiple times, vines snaking out in persistence, as if dumbfounded, before claiming victory in some outlandish, surprising outcry.
Melita, not a quiet, demure creature by any means, was practically humming with excitement over the semblances and process of obtaining the honey, and managing with the bees. Rapt fascination held a clear distinction upon her features – gaze riveted to the tools, head tilted to listen to the directions (some stayed, others went off into the blossoms). “Oh, okay!” Grabbing hold of the offered tool, the youth’s eyes swung back and forth, completely and utterly distracted by anything and everything. “What?! And I could’ve had it!” She laughed, but not in a mocking, jeering way – light, with only a little bit of disappointment.
Thereafter though, it was time to actually settle into her job. Watching Maeve closely, she followed suit, steeled over in as much concentration as she could, brows furrowed, tongue sticking out slightly, starting at the top and pushing down as instructed.
Melita, not a quiet, demure creature by any means, was practically humming with excitement over the semblances and process of obtaining the honey, and managing with the bees. Rapt fascination held a clear distinction upon her features – gaze riveted to the tools, head tilted to listen to the directions (some stayed, others went off into the blossoms). “Oh, okay!” Grabbing hold of the offered tool, the youth’s eyes swung back and forth, completely and utterly distracted by anything and everything. “What?! And I could’ve had it!” She laughed, but not in a mocking, jeering way – light, with only a little bit of disappointment.
Thereafter though, it was time to actually settle into her job. Watching Maeve closely, she followed suit, steeled over in as much concentration as she could, brows furrowed, tongue sticking out slightly, starting at the top and pushing down as instructed.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
