Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
A smirk broadened across her lips; the grin further embellished by Zeph’s whistle and remark, a shrug to her shoulders indicating she wouldn’t be revealing too many secrets today. “Maybe,” was a throwaway line, but then she had nothing else to provide or preside, as the man dove beneath the depths, and she was forced to glide along the surface, watching, waiting, attempting to see him through the veneer below her feet.
The movement of the current and the hues of his hair made it difficult to catch his location – even if Fangorn was grumbling and hissing something from the shoreline. She ended up completely back-to the man, narrowed eyes riveted along the surface, maneuvering constantly to strive, to catch, but in the end she was splashed (and spit upon) all down her back. A gasp of surprise rushed through her, because the water was still cold, and shudder of undulating movements and motions exploding from the frenzy.
She did laugh though, because everything seemed a bit ridiculous (her favorite mode of mayhem, antics, and lifestyle). The honeybee youth shifted, turned, back towards him, and kicked a wave of water in his direction, hoping to send a wide volley in vengeance.
The movement of the current and the hues of his hair made it difficult to catch his location – even if Fangorn was grumbling and hissing something from the shoreline. She ended up completely back-to the man, narrowed eyes riveted along the surface, maneuvering constantly to strive, to catch, but in the end she was splashed (and spit upon) all down her back. A gasp of surprise rushed through her, because the water was still cold, and shudder of undulating movements and motions exploding from the frenzy.
She did laugh though, because everything seemed a bit ridiculous (her favorite mode of mayhem, antics, and lifestyle). The honeybee youth shifted, turned, back towards him, and kicked a wave of water in his direction, hoping to send a wide volley in vengeance.
Melita
