MELITA
Fast and fleet of foot, Melita didn’t expect Paige to catch her. But the youth could scramble quickly, deftly, and the honeybee found herself tagged along her ankle. Laughing despite the sudden onslaught of pride bursting through her frustrations, the smuggler shook her head. “You got me! Well done.” She hadn’t been able to conduct and concoct the next part of her plan, having fully intended to mark and chase their way over rooftops. But given their proximity, maybe Paige would be willing…It was worth a shot, anyway. With a mischievous grin ensnared along her mouth, she jerked her thumb upwards, towards shingles, tiles, and whatever else construed the shelters of the marketplace. “Do you want to try up there?” Less people, but more of a challenge.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
