you must burn brighter than ever
Paige seemed to be a friendly child, and not one Melita had to be overly wary or cautious of, like Kamaria. Her head tilted vaguely, watching, listening, smiling in her own earnest way as the younger girl described her intentions. A friend with a head for curiosity and experimental features gave the honeybee a warm laugh, and her gaze followed little pathways plunging into the pool, before maneuvering closer to an orange stone, taking in its warmth, tucking it gently into her palm for inspection. “That sounds nice. What did he think could be dangerous?”
A gentle hum contorted through her throat again, and she crouched beside more tender-colored rocks, striving to determine which might be better for Nate or Milo. She didn’t expect Paige’s account though, and another giggle bubbled. “Only with some honey.” Or the outstretch of a crimson stone, to which her hand turned over, accepting the lovely gift. “Thank you. This will do nicely.” Fangorn made some grumbling gesture, and she permitted him inspection of the rock too. “What colors are you looking for?”
A gentle hum contorted through her throat again, and she crouched beside more tender-colored rocks, striving to determine which might be better for Nate or Milo. She didn’t expect Paige’s account though, and another giggle bubbled. “Only with some honey.” Or the outstretch of a crimson stone, to which her hand turned over, accepting the lovely gift. “Thank you. This will do nicely.” Fangorn made some grumbling gesture, and she permitted him inspection of the rock too. “What colors are you looking for?”
Melita
