you must burn brighter than ever
The snicker never quite strayed – just enough for her gaze to pinpoint on Fangorn as the tough little gourd stretched out his vines and he began climbing up towards them of his own accord. A survivor through and through, clever and resourceful enough to fend for himself while the girls took on the distracted and irritated merchants. They certainly bought him enough time for the scaling to begin.
Then Melita gathered another ball of pennants, winding them along her hand, ensuring the bundle was taut and sturdy, pausing momentarily to watch Azure’s ministrations unfold. She’d found the perfect target – there was no way the man would be able to see from the sheer amount of things in his hands, stacked well and efficiently, but not for dive-bombing, mischievous shitheads. The arc was glorious – and the honeybee’s mouth dropped open in a pre-emptive cackle, as it hit and sent the boxes crashing down, down, down around the market. “Very nice,” she crowed towards her conspirator, incapable of muffling the song of laughter all over again.
The boxes revealed themselves in a crashing display as a fresh set of crabs. They scuttled back and forth, nipping at others in the square, while some scrambled trying to get them back into the containers, or out of the crossfire. Yelling, hooting, and hollering ensued all the more, though some semblances were panicked and others were justified. It was pure chaos. Melita loved every moment of it.
“My turn again?” She encouraged further antics with another Cheshire grin, pulling back her arm, and throwing the newfound ball, spinning merrily in its brilliant array of colors, towards the top of a vendor’s cart, hoping to upend anything they had stored.
Then Melita gathered another ball of pennants, winding them along her hand, ensuring the bundle was taut and sturdy, pausing momentarily to watch Azure’s ministrations unfold. She’d found the perfect target – there was no way the man would be able to see from the sheer amount of things in his hands, stacked well and efficiently, but not for dive-bombing, mischievous shitheads. The arc was glorious – and the honeybee’s mouth dropped open in a pre-emptive cackle, as it hit and sent the boxes crashing down, down, down around the market. “Very nice,” she crowed towards her conspirator, incapable of muffling the song of laughter all over again.
The boxes revealed themselves in a crashing display as a fresh set of crabs. They scuttled back and forth, nipping at others in the square, while some scrambled trying to get them back into the containers, or out of the crossfire. Yelling, hooting, and hollering ensued all the more, though some semblances were panicked and others were justified. It was pure chaos. Melita loved every moment of it.
“My turn again?” She encouraged further antics with another Cheshire grin, pulling back her arm, and throwing the newfound ball, spinning merrily in its brilliant array of colors, towards the top of a vendor’s cart, hoping to upend anything they had stored.
Melita
