a lion-hearted girl
The honeybee wished she could offer some solace, some retribution, in the wake of Locke’s disappearance again. Something along the lines of he still owes me some cake didn’t really sum up all the other trials and tribulations the sovereign might’ve been feeling though, so she left it at that. “Sorry,” mumbled thereafter. Another bestowal lingered, maybe like do you want us to hunt him down, for she figured Jack and the Ark were always willing types, ceasing and desisting in the distraction of other things.Like the well.
Starlit and spectacular via Safrin’s persuasions and abilities, Melita couldn’t resist coming to the fringes and staring down. All she met was the inner workings of a cosmos, and though it wasn’t disappointing, one knew she’d been looking for any subtle signs of a promised spriggan. Her stare rounded back to Maeve as her counterpart poured water down into the dregs, and then followed suit, lifting her bag to snag at the container she had – Fangorn bobbing alongside her ankles. “I bet it’d be nice if you could get out of here,” she whispered in turn, rotating the lid until the cover came off, and she slowly allowed the water to fall and cascade.
ready for a fight
MELITA
