a lion-hearted girl
The honeybee frowned at the dead plants, reminded vividly of their purpose for the outing. Thereafter though, she tended to the notions Maeve supplied, her own frolicking measures countered along a few hops, skips, and jumps, undeterred by the sulphuric smell, and half-tempted by the pools. While she’d never opted for notions of the Greatwood herself, probably because of run-ins with their Fae leader once upon a foolish adventure, she could see the sovereign fitting in there. More so than Halo. The clarity was surprising though, and she tilted her head vaguely, uncertain whether to offer comfort or dig herself in deeper. “I haven’t seen him in a while,” meaning Locke, of course. Not a question, but more of an observation. “The Greatwood seems very nice though. I recommend the Crimson Cataract,” because who didn’t love ruby-red waterfalls that could be very easily misinterpreted for creepy, ominous blood?
As for the other semblances, she nodded, figuring it made sense. Her eyes cast in the direction, noting the little pillar of light as they were closing in. “Well, I hope its relieved then, regardless.”
ready for a fight
MELITA
