but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
The disappointment was a tangible thing, the frown immediately evident. Some welling and brimming of frustration mounted across her shoulders, as if the only thing keeping her tethered and tied there had been the hope of demolition and destruction. Her eyes went to the letter, in a haphazard, leisurely shrug, before there were others. “Fiiiiine,” was a long-drawn out distinction.
She held the huff of a sigh threatening to curl along her lungs, hands reaching down to snag at Fangorn so he was in her arms, scratching the top of his head. Sila, insightful and curious, remained silent during the exchange, while Melita’s eyes narrowed, coming to Maeve’s side as she interacted with the stranger.
There seemed to be little trial or tribulation over the matter, and the man gave them a solemn nod, though one could probably see he was a bit confused by the whole thing. The gate swung open – and the honeybee gave zero hesitation, nodding an affirmation to the sovereign, before stepping through.
She held the huff of a sigh threatening to curl along her lungs, hands reaching down to snag at Fangorn so he was in her arms, scratching the top of his head. Sila, insightful and curious, remained silent during the exchange, while Melita’s eyes narrowed, coming to Maeve’s side as she interacted with the stranger.
There seemed to be little trial or tribulation over the matter, and the man gave them a solemn nod, though one could probably see he was a bit confused by the whole thing. The gate swung open – and the honeybee gave zero hesitation, nodding an affirmation to the sovereign, before stepping through.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
