Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Actively encouraging a Sear cat was absolutely something Melita would continue to do, and so she permitted one hand to leave her basket of constellations, scratching at the feline’s ears while Jack continued.
She caught his surprise too – a mutual exchange of shock and bewilderment apparently, and it took a lot of her control (which they all knew was pathetic at best) to not burst out laughing. Instead, she gave one last scritch to the companion’s chin, before hunting another patch of stars over to her left, listening all the while.
“That’s fair,” the honeybee acknowledged, before making a beeline on some reflected beams of light flecked in red and blue. “Sure. I’d like to see where else we could go too.” The acceptance was easy, given her curiosity, her ridiculous, adventuring nature – maybe a lingering reel to last them lifetimes before everything went to absolute shit.
As if it hadn’t already.
She caught his surprise too – a mutual exchange of shock and bewilderment apparently, and it took a lot of her control (which they all knew was pathetic at best) to not burst out laughing. Instead, she gave one last scritch to the companion’s chin, before hunting another patch of stars over to her left, listening all the while.
“That’s fair,” the honeybee acknowledged, before making a beeline on some reflected beams of light flecked in red and blue. “Sure. I’d like to see where else we could go too.” The acceptance was easy, given her curiosity, her ridiculous, adventuring nature – maybe a lingering reel to last them lifetimes before everything went to absolute shit.
As if it hadn’t already.
Melita
