Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Another day gone, with blistered hands for Vai to take care of, and the youth returned the next day with far better gloves, and the might, determination, settled into her soul. Perhaps she’d gotten over her spat with Sunjata. Perhaps she’d been too exhausted the evening before to even think about it or wake up cranky the next dawn. Perhaps she was a mercurial little thing, and there was no telling what would shift or change her mood.
Likely the latter, anyway.
Her eyes went to the dock workers, offering them portions of food she’d brought (snacks, really, she’d snagged along the marketplace), hoping it would alleviate the grumpy atmosphere. Not intending to contribute to it, the honeybee and her gourd surveyed the necessities, tasks, and tools for the day – and eventually snagging at the saw.
If there was a mischievous grin settled on her features, with mere glances at the serrated edges, then so be it. “Let’s do some sawing!” With a triumphant glee settled into her movements and motions, she waited for the rest of the workers (hopefully the ones she’d bribed with treats and goodies) and began cutting into the lumber.
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Melita picks sawing lumber, and attempts to bribe the dock workers into good spirits with food.
Likely the latter, anyway.
Her eyes went to the dock workers, offering them portions of food she’d brought (snacks, really, she’d snagged along the marketplace), hoping it would alleviate the grumpy atmosphere. Not intending to contribute to it, the honeybee and her gourd surveyed the necessities, tasks, and tools for the day – and eventually snagging at the saw.
If there was a mischievous grin settled on her features, with mere glances at the serrated edges, then so be it. “Let’s do some sawing!” With a triumphant glee settled into her movements and motions, she waited for the rest of the workers (hopefully the ones she’d bribed with treats and goodies) and began cutting into the lumber.
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Melita picks sawing lumber, and attempts to bribe the dock workers into good spirits with food.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
