To be made of thunderstorms
is to be peaceful
is to be peaceful
Melita was going to pretend for a good, long while that they weren’t hovering along King’s End routes and marketplaces because of her uncle and Jack’s impending conversation. It was easier to forge into capricious and mercurial pursuits, rather than mull about future states and consequences of actions.
Well, to a point.
With Fangorn and Sila occupied by a large batch of treats, she was free to turn her attention to Flora. Leaning against one of the Ark’s many wooden beams, the youth tilted her head, jutting her jawline toward the younger Accepted’s figure. “How’s your arm?” She hadn’t forgotten, even if the melee had been brief and swift – the dog’s jaws, Remi’s firepower, and Ludo’s cat sith entanglements. Talyson she easily handwaved away, but not the wound.
Well, to a point.
With Fangorn and Sila occupied by a large batch of treats, she was free to turn her attention to Flora. Leaning against one of the Ark’s many wooden beams, the youth tilted her head, jutting her jawline toward the younger Accepted’s figure. “How’s your arm?” She hadn’t forgotten, even if the melee had been brief and swift – the dog’s jaws, Remi’s firepower, and Ludo’s cat sith entanglements. Talyson she easily handwaved away, but not the wound.
the honeybee
To be easily found
And easily heard
And easily heard
