[RQ] make the ashes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

“Hey Jude,” don’t make it bad Melita offered in a weird hand wave, uncertain what to do or say with the younger cretin. His own life had been unfurled in some layers of turmoil the Honeybee probably still couldn’t quite comprehend, so for the moment, she just let him be.

Flora, on the other hand, occupied much of the space with admonishment – as the smuggler glanced down at her ashy and soot-laden dress without much of a problem. “All good,” and shrugging along, she snickered and snagged a few more into her makeshift pouch. Melita didn’t really have the answers so much as a massive amount of indifference, so she wrinkled her nose instead of offering too much in the way of assistance and answers. “It’s supposed to be used to build the fountain, so….,” probably a shit ton. “We’ll likely need all those baskets and bags.”

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita