[PQ] rock you like a hurricane

knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in

Maybe Melita was maturing, because her first instinct wasn’t to bristle, scorch, or fume when the bag burst. Instead, she snorted, thinking she’d applied too much force or weight behind the movement, but when her eyes wander over to everyone else’s, it seemed to take hold in a ripple effect. Weakened fabric, perhaps, dampened by other notions and prior circumstances. Regardless, the sand slid right back through, and she shook her head as she took it over to Maeve, placing it in the to be repaired pile.

Thereafter, drifting along on her own towards another proportion of sand, and hopefully with a satchel that would make do, the honeybee proceeded to try and fill the adornment again.

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Melita tries to fill a new bag!

Melita