Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The honeybee can only see a portion of the antics and maneuvers – but she was too distracted in her amusement anyway to much bother or care about the circumstances thereafter. True to form, giggling away until her sides hurt and she had to wipe her eyes, she watched for a scarce few moments before the giggles started again. “No idea how that got there,” she managed to say and utter in between quick gasps of breath. “Gods that was funny,” and she held her sides until her ribs stopped aching.
Eventually she sat upright, and placed her own finished crown on, though sorely lacking any worms (she’d checked). “There. Now we match. All for Flowerbirth.” And no damaging Fiat Lux in sight.
Eventually she sat upright, and placed her own finished crown on, though sorely lacking any worms (she’d checked). “There. Now we match. All for Flowerbirth.” And no damaging Fiat Lux in sight.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
