you must burn brighter than ever
Melita had scoured the marketplace for gifts, trinkets, items that might be of some value, some use, to her friend. Considering it was a way to say ‘thanks for letting me drag you everywhere’ and being an agreeable sort when the rest of the crew was not, the honeybee had wanted to find a valuable tool. More than once she’d passed by a stall that had caught her eye, strolling along with the pretenses of indifference, until coming around again. Eventually, the kiosk owner had snorted and gestured her over, for she hadn’t fooled anyone, and after some bartering, the youth had less meat and a new spyglass.
Except it was plain and unadorned, which meant she’d need to find something a little extra. What better than to inlay it with some pretty rocks?
She and Fangorn ended up wandering closer to the Rainbow Road – the twist and turn of hues giving her some notion of ideas – and only ceased movement when they spotted someone else there. A child, one she didn’t recognize – and Melita considered, weighed her options.
Before impulsively striking ahead anyway. “Hello!” She gestured warmly with a wave, and then cast her gaze upon the pool itself, meandering along the shoreline, intent on spotting something that might’ve been pushed ashore.
Except it was plain and unadorned, which meant she’d need to find something a little extra. What better than to inlay it with some pretty rocks?
She and Fangorn ended up wandering closer to the Rainbow Road – the twist and turn of hues giving her some notion of ideas – and only ceased movement when they spotted someone else there. A child, one she didn’t recognize – and Melita considered, weighed her options.
Before impulsively striking ahead anyway. “Hello!” She gestured warmly with a wave, and then cast her gaze upon the pool itself, meandering along the shoreline, intent on spotting something that might’ve been pushed ashore.
Melita
