Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
Company is unexpected, especially such loud, harried, and irritated company. Evie straightens as she hears the hels first, followed swiftly by furious muttering and the chaotic spray of sand beneath hurrying, stomping feet. Melita is far from who she expects to see (by fate, not because she thinks the honeybee is at all incapable of her current rage) but it does inspire a private seed of amusement to see the fellow firebrand so out of sorts.
The hello makes her huff a laugh, lifting one hand in reply as she waits for the arrow to be loosed before she responds. “Hey, Melita. They steal something of yours?” It seems like it, and Evie tries to help by extending her telekinesis to the items in their grasp, yanking at them in hopes of retrieving their ill-gotten wares before they made it out over the water and to freedom.
The hello makes her huff a laugh, lifting one hand in reply as she waits for the arrow to be loosed before she responds. “Hey, Melita. They steal something of yours?” It seems like it, and Evie tries to help by extending her telekinesis to the items in their grasp, yanking at them in hopes of retrieving their ill-gotten wares before they made it out over the water and to freedom.
