The Honeybee
I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell
The Honeybee huffed a breath, portions of her long crimson hair billowing away and out of her face for a moment. “Of course. Gods forbid we not have a plant trying to eat us every season,” but no worries, she’d probably try to set it on fire. With that in mind, she wiped off any remaining dust and dirt from her palms, discontent with the empty ass crater. I'll heal in hell
But she was already turning to head back towards Torchline, done with the notions of nothingness, and alas, considering Melita was full of terrible ideas, this future agreement might’ve been a mistake on Koa’s part. Grinning back, though hers as a tad more malicious, vehement, and mischievous, she batted her eyes and continued walking. “How do you know I wouldn’t let the slime monsters get you?” Shrugging her shoulders and waving, she began her saunter away. “I’ll let you know when I’m headed over. See ya!” And with that, Melita would bid exactly as she'd claimed, Fangorn and Sila in tow.
{FIN}
Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage
of incandescent rage
Melita
