[RQ] make the ashes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Undaunted and unbothered by streamlines of volcanic masses, or the roar of the high tides looming beyond in the distance, Melita was content to ramble and meander her way along Apopo’s reaches. Bags and baskets in hand, to snag the suitable rocks necessary for this upcoming fountain, the only thing that encouraged her to lead the way was simply getting it done. Once the whole rum notion was taken care of, then Torchline would be free to actually prepare for shit. Maybe. Who knew anymore.

“Looks like there’s a good chunk here,” she called back over her shoulder to her fellow stone collectors, pausing to gaze back at Flora and Jude. Tying a knot in the lower portions of her dress, she persisted and continued, before nestling amidst a bunch of the ashen properties.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita