there's always a glimmer in those
The little gourd took it as a grand opportunity for chase and silliness within the confines of the kitchen; and Melita sighed, nearly ready to tell him off or to be careful. Maeve stepped in quickly and efficiently though, heading them all off, and while Fangorn tossed the honeycomb around, Aidon seemed content and satisfied. She issued one little feral snort, before turning her attention back to the task.
She nodded, then moved along the next piece, creating some semblance of a pattern. Her head tilted, listening while her hands were busy, about proportions of the Wilds, of adventures in swamps and bridges; though she made no sign she’d been near deserts, with littered bones and newfound catacombs of forgotten soldiers. “That’s understandable. Maybe after?” Her eyes lifted, a shrug in her shoulders. Exploring with a child would be fun. She guessed.
To be fair, the honeybee probably wouldn’t be allowed to supervise an infant, ever.
“We’re headed to the Feverlands and last time we went to King’s End. It’s beautiful!” She hummed, feeling better, talking and thinking about something else. “And I’ve been to the Oerwoud a lot. There’s this amazing, foggy lake there!”
She nodded, then moved along the next piece, creating some semblance of a pattern. Her head tilted, listening while her hands were busy, about proportions of the Wilds, of adventures in swamps and bridges; though she made no sign she’d been near deserts, with littered bones and newfound catacombs of forgotten soldiers. “That’s understandable. Maybe after?” Her eyes lifted, a shrug in her shoulders. Exploring with a child would be fun. She guessed.
To be fair, the honeybee probably wouldn’t be allowed to supervise an infant, ever.
“We’re headed to the Feverlands and last time we went to King’s End. It’s beautiful!” She hummed, feeling better, talking and thinking about something else. “And I’ve been to the Oerwoud a lot. There’s this amazing, foggy lake there!”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
