to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Not understanding any portion of that particular language, Melita assumed it was good and shrugged her shoulders. But when her name was called she stood at a more rapt attention, head nodding along. Accuracy. Based on her recent experience with landsharks and hitting allies with arrows for one reason or another, the notions were easy for her to navigate in her mind. “I’ve got just the thing!” And quickly she hastened back off towards the market – clearly not intending to give away her own.
In the end, she returned with a fairly decent bow and several arrows lined in its adjoining quiver. If someone wanted to practice their sharpshooting during the pending time, the Honeybee had already solved that particular problem.
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Melita brings back a bow and some arrows!
to be the sun
MELITA
