but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
A part of her wished they’d stayed longer in the temple, and the other proportions was glad to be out of its stuffy, overwhelming distinctions. Threading her way down the steps, she glanced at the stones, at the graves, as they trailed by – nothing like the gigantic hills and hollows carved into King’s End. Coiled, serpentine, and sinuous, they were notched and needled in neat layers and rows – perfected, she imagined, by someone with either way too much time on their hands or the belief this was the only way the dead could be honored. She was quiet, but her nose wrinkled.
Quite willing to set anything on fire, or beat it into submission, Melita shrugged her shoulders at the insinuation. “Sure.” She would probably enjoy that option far more than merely asking for permission. Fangorn bumbled down the stairs after her, and Sila trilled something quiet in her ear, leaving her to ponder and wonder. “Should we poke around here then? Before we try to go further?” Pausing, presuming this artifact would not be on the surface or easy to spot, the honeybee realized she didn’t have the slightest clue what they’d be looking for. “Have you ever seen a relic? Would it be buried somewhere?”
Quite willing to set anything on fire, or beat it into submission, Melita shrugged her shoulders at the insinuation. “Sure.” She would probably enjoy that option far more than merely asking for permission. Fangorn bumbled down the stairs after her, and Sila trilled something quiet in her ear, leaving her to ponder and wonder. “Should we poke around here then? Before we try to go further?” Pausing, presuming this artifact would not be on the surface or easy to spot, the honeybee realized she didn’t have the slightest clue what they’d be looking for. “Have you ever seen a relic? Would it be buried somewhere?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
