MELITA
Melita, because she was still ever-present in the game of absolute avoidance, was enjoying herself.A quick thrall of excitement and ebullience stoked the finer bombardments of her tempestuous nature. While the air was humid, sultry, and flanked in constant heat, the rain dissipating within branches, brambles, and leaves, leant her closer to escalating her own antics within the jungle formation. Barefoot and liberated, her manner of deliverance came in launching straight into a nearby puddle. The splash was loud and defiant, and she laughed as soon as the droplets cascaded over the scenery. “Come on,” she called to Fangorn, who was tucked safely under a large frond. “You’ll be fine!”
No manner of coaxing seemed to do it, so the honeybee shrugged, rallying forth again, jumping off a tiny embankment, and down into the newly formed filaments, completely unaware of another’s presence several trees away.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
