to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Melita shrugged her shoulders, nodding along in compliance with the explanation. It didn’t matter to her, really – there were all kinds of ways one could achieve and expand their dexterity. Instead, she focused her intentions and attention on the Hels – glaring at them in her seditious grandeur, hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun. She studied their movements, their motions, as she’d done so many times before; fully intending for their mocking laughter and derision to cease. “I can probably knock them down with a training arrow.” Blunted at the end, so the gull wouldn’t be pierced, lacerated, or diminished within an instant.
So while Fangorn and Aidon intended to amuse themselves, as per the norm (the gourd had picked up one of the stones and tossed it at the dragon with the notched vines – though the honeybee couldn’t be certain how the other companion was supposed to throw it back), Melita focused on other parameters and possibilities. “Do you have something to put it in? Like a cage, or some netting?” A bag? She didn’t want to send it askew, and to the ground, without those measures in place; notions for the Nightshade while she snagged at her weaponry, readying the armaments.
So while Fangorn and Aidon intended to amuse themselves, as per the norm (the gourd had picked up one of the stones and tossed it at the dragon with the notched vines – though the honeybee couldn’t be certain how the other companion was supposed to throw it back), Melita focused on other parameters and possibilities. “Do you have something to put it in? Like a cage, or some netting?” A bag? She didn’t want to send it askew, and to the ground, without those measures in place; notions for the Nightshade while she snagged at her weaponry, readying the armaments.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
