but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Melita had deserved anger from others before; but not in this instance. So even if Aurelia fumbled along in her seething range, the honeybee stoked sillier ramparts, laughing in the face of wrath and umbrage, of worlds before that had taken her down, and this one too, where she refused to bend and break.
Dancing away from the splash, she yielded to giggles and merriment, even in the midst of a spar. “It just makes it more challenging for you.” Truth be told, the youth hadn’t expected to be sent into the water – that had been as much Aurelia’s decision as Melita’s wearing of the anklet.
Regardless, as the other woman rallied, she dodged, twisted, and turned; but hands grasped and pulled, and laughter rang as she began to lose her grip on the surface. An instinctual kick lofted and rallied this time, intending to hasten towards palms, limbs, a face; anything within reach.
Dancing away from the splash, she yielded to giggles and merriment, even in the midst of a spar. “It just makes it more challenging for you.” Truth be told, the youth hadn’t expected to be sent into the water – that had been as much Aurelia’s decision as Melita’s wearing of the anklet.
Regardless, as the other woman rallied, she dodged, twisted, and turned; but hands grasped and pulled, and laughter rang as she began to lose her grip on the surface. An instinctual kick lofted and rallied this time, intending to hasten towards palms, limbs, a face; anything within reach.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
