To be made of thunderstorms
is to be peaceful
is to be peaceful
In denial together, each due to a different set of circumstances, Melita drew her eyes away from the expanse of King’s End, and back to Flora’s arm. Both brows went upwards at the statement, before furrowing in whatever brief contemplation circumvented there. “What’d you try?” She could assume the healing proportions of their fountain, or maybe even an Abandoned’s powers, but the fact that it didn’t close seemed alarming. Gross too.
She picked up the dropped projectile though, handing it over diligently, despite any little avaricious gleam in her eye at the weapon. Armaments were a favored notion in her mind, regardless of any other moments. “Now that’s a shame.” She jutted her head towards Jack’s cabin in the distance. “It would’ve been fun to launch them into his door.”
She picked up the dropped projectile though, handing it over diligently, despite any little avaricious gleam in her eye at the weapon. Armaments were a favored notion in her mind, regardless of any other moments. “Now that’s a shame.” She jutted her head towards Jack’s cabin in the distance. “It would’ve been fun to launch them into his door.”
the honeybee
To be easily found
And easily heard
And easily heard
