knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Her brows furrowed further and deeper the more the story unfolded, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, jaw toiling restlessly with saying something, or letting it all settle into the bottom of her ribcage. A sigh filtered from there, striving to steady the flames threatening to roll over, to not be so damned angry at him or the situations, or anything else that seemed endlessly stupefying. “Why is it always you?” She shook her head, careful not to spill the tea when the movement reverberated through her form. Melita had always been impetuous and impulsive, but Sunjata had taken audacity and idiocy to a whole different level – and this time he’d met up with those who weren’t going to take it.
Again.
There was a pattern of sorts here, and it revolved around the Flood. Now Nate was headed towards Jack, and the whole thing seemed so convoluted and mind-boggling, that the honeybee youth could just stand there and stew.
And she’d be free from harm?
That permitted a snort to billow through the air. “Oh, I’ll be safe. I can take care of myself.” She took a sip of the hot beverage, ignoring the rush of irritation, anger, and frustration honing through her blood – towards who, she couldn’t even say. “I worry about you.”
Again.
There was a pattern of sorts here, and it revolved around the Flood. Now Nate was headed towards Jack, and the whole thing seemed so convoluted and mind-boggling, that the honeybee youth could just stand there and stew.
And she’d be free from harm?
That permitted a snort to billow through the air. “Oh, I’ll be safe. I can take care of myself.” She took a sip of the hot beverage, ignoring the rush of irritation, anger, and frustration honing through her blood – towards who, she couldn’t even say. “I worry about you.”
Melita
