Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Finding herself somewhat settled, the youth readily applied to the food – curious about the paste, pausing more than once to study the unfamiliarity of it. But having never been a picky eater, especially when she’d once only had survival to consider, she plunked the majority of it in her mouth on the first go around. Swallowing down the morsels gave her more widened eyes and satisfied expressions, a widened grin at the taste simmering across her tongue.
When they’d both had their fill, her gaze followed Hadama’s gestures. More rest (as if the Honeybee ever did such a thing) or exploring the range of wonders outside the home? And while the mermanta’s place was lovely, the fervent ease of her life always granted more curiosity, more interest, more intrigue. So without much more thought, she pointed towards the door, indicating her choice.
When they’d both had their fill, her gaze followed Hadama’s gestures. More rest (as if the Honeybee ever did such a thing) or exploring the range of wonders outside the home? And while the mermanta’s place was lovely, the fervent ease of her life always granted more curiosity, more interest, more intrigue. So without much more thought, she pointed towards the door, indicating her choice.
Melita
