MELITA
She watched the arrow fly, his wings spread, but not granting a whoop of triumph when it hit his shoulder – though a small beam of pride flickered through her, the grin still emboldened, strong, and determined. While Fangorn launched off to find the arrow that had descended into bushes and nettles, Melita grabbed another, ensured it was blunted all the more, and notched it to her bow.Sunjata changed course now, higher and higher, flying over her form, and she stretched in his direction, striving to predict his movements. Leaning back, head inclined wasn’t the best position, but the honeybee girl would do what she could, inhaling, exhaling, long and slow, intending for control. This one might border on sheer luck though, based on the sun in her eyes, on the calculations required for these notions of precision. But she let the arrow fly again, gliding upwards, gravity doomed to send it elsewhere within a moment’s time.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
