there's always a glimmer in those
Between Fangorn’s rumbles (laughter?) and Aidon’s trills, the kitchen was a hoard of content noise and cacophony. Pleasantly surprised the dragon could fit, the gourd began to wave his vines around again, holding the precious honeycomb aloft, aloft, aloft – until it went sailing, accidentally –
Landing in that lovely pile of food Maeve had just arranged.
If it caught Melita outright after fixing and poising the jars, assisting in getting things upon the surface, it was difficult to tell. Her eyes widened slightly, before she snagged at the honeycomb quickly, placing it behind her back, and sighing. “This looks great,” she offered instead, sitting down and handing the food off to Fangorn once more with a round of something like a disgruntled sigh. Grabbing hold of a croissant, the youth snagged at a knife, intending to place the honey upon the pastry. “But you’re better now, and stronger too,” applied with a grin, a little hum under her breath.
Landing in that lovely pile of food Maeve had just arranged.
If it caught Melita outright after fixing and poising the jars, assisting in getting things upon the surface, it was difficult to tell. Her eyes widened slightly, before she snagged at the honeycomb quickly, placing it behind her back, and sighing. “This looks great,” she offered instead, sitting down and handing the food off to Fangorn once more with a round of something like a disgruntled sigh. Grabbing hold of a croissant, the youth snagged at a knife, intending to place the honey upon the pastry. “But you’re better now, and stronger too,” applied with a grin, a little hum under her breath.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
