To be made of thunderstorms
is to be peaceful
is to be peaceful
Fangorn grabbed ahold of one frond in grumbling victory, while Sila continued to soar and persist after those remaining in the sky – enough to occupy both when Melita’s attention turned to the voice. Hotaru was a comforting figure amongst and amidst all this other nonsense, and she gave a hearty wave as the Valkyrie began jogging towards her.
“Hey,” she gave in response, before being muffled and hugged, returning the embrace with a laugh she hadn’t felt or cajoled forth in a great while. An amiable and affable nuance, even as they pulled away and leaned back against the stone. “I just wandered over, honestly.” Her shoulders shrugged, not giving away the platitude and multitudes of worries behind her eyes. “Glad to see King’s End didn’t get too mangled after all this shit,” gesturing vaguely in the direction of the port, but also the moon island quite some distance away. “How have things been?”
“Hey,” she gave in response, before being muffled and hugged, returning the embrace with a laugh she hadn’t felt or cajoled forth in a great while. An amiable and affable nuance, even as they pulled away and leaned back against the stone. “I just wandered over, honestly.” Her shoulders shrugged, not giving away the platitude and multitudes of worries behind her eyes. “Glad to see King’s End didn’t get too mangled after all this shit,” gesturing vaguely in the direction of the port, but also the moon island quite some distance away. “How have things been?”
the honeybee
To be easily found
And easily heard
And easily heard
