Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She didn’t say it, but considering the way the outcome had been forged amongst the landshark debacle, Melita thought both of them probably needed work on distance. And accuracy. Leaving it behind for the sanctity of the upcoming challenge anyway, she watched as her companions crooned and grumbled their own greetings to Aidon, though the Honeybee’s head tilted slightly again as targets were maneuvered. “Precision,” she mentioned; not needing to say why.
Her eyes went towards the rafters, understanding managing to dawn – she’d never had to shoot at something from that range, save for a few irritating Hels. But the insinuation was lost there, brow arching as her focus returned to the Queen, uncertain of the plan or plot. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes went towards the rafters, understanding managing to dawn – she’d never had to shoot at something from that range, save for a few irritating Hels. But the insinuation was lost there, brow arching as her focus returned to the Queen, uncertain of the plan or plot. “What do you mean?”
Melita
