knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Content with the amount of noise she’d made and the actual boarding of the windows, the honeybee sauntered back into the residual groove of their day. Loading, unloading, rinse, repeat, wondering all the while if there were other figments of Torchline that should’ve mattered beyond the Court, Halenani, and likewise; or if reliant on Safrin’s shields for the other proportions. It left the lightest wrinkle to her nose, but she let it be. She wasn’t the one making decisions around here.
Sandbags tossed and placed wherever they needed to be, Melita maneuvered straight into her old tactics: find the biggest instruments and tools, utilize them, and make as much noise as possible while doing so. ”Ja, ja, meer vensters!” She called towards Sunjata. Triumphant and gleeful, the youth hummed along in accordance with whatever racket she’d opted for.
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Melita boards some more windows.
Sandbags tossed and placed wherever they needed to be, Melita maneuvered straight into her old tactics: find the biggest instruments and tools, utilize them, and make as much noise as possible while doing so. ”Ja, ja, meer vensters!” She called towards Sunjata. Triumphant and gleeful, the youth hummed along in accordance with whatever racket she’d opted for.
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Melita boards some more windows.
Melita
