MELITA
Nails on a chalkboard in regards to Loren’s singing abilities made the girl choke down another ring of laughter; not as high, lilting, or triumphant as she might’ve been, as she too had tone-deaf qualities. But they all seemed to pick their ventures quite contentedly, Loren and the amusing stranger to stockpiling, leaving Senu, Lily, and herself to the troughs.Melita enjoyed wielding a hammer and nails simply due to the weaponry contortions of it – it felt like munitions and a quality of war in her hands, something she could manifest, something she could control, something she could sink her teeth into. While they put together slabs of wood, she, and Lily too, couldn’t help but notice Senu’s abilities to actually hammer and maneuver things correctly. While the honeybee youth was usually driven by pure instinct and a headlong zeal, Senu appeared perfectly content and comfortable. Curious, and a tad bit nosy, with the men out foraging and collecting, the women were heralded together in rushes of power and precision – she liked it. “Amazing!” She whispered, watching the craftmanship, everything quickly coming together under Senu’s tutelage.
As they pieced lumber, as they yielded to nothing but their own prowess, the troughs swiftly took shape, and eventually they had several for water and food. Melita whistled appreciatively at the sight of their newfound skills, the promise of prosperity. “Well, look at that. Excellent work, ladies.” Her smile was a contagious ring of ebullience, more of her old self than ever before. “Should we start filling these?” Her eyes beamed over to the hay and apples Loren had already left – might as well begin putting things in order, if only to lure the beatific luxere faster. “We should go get some water too, and have a ready supply of a couple buckets to refill the troughs.” She’d brought enough for each of them to carry two, and head to the nearest stream – unless they had a faster way of completing it.
Meanwhile, as Loren and James made their way from Manor and back, with food in tow, they would find one of the sacks to be unfortunately much more feeble than the others. Perhaps it had poor fibers. Perhaps Melita had been in haste and hadn’t bothered to glance at the bottom. Perhaps it was mere coincidence – but the bottom split open, unleashing apples, and scattering them around.
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The ladies have successfully built food and water troughs! Now they can start filling them with water! Grab a bucket!
Bad luck for James and Loren, one of their food sacks had split open!
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
