mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“Probably experience with everything else,” she shrugged, though gave him a Cheshire grin that inferred masses of weaponry and armaments at her disposal. And though she would’ve gladly stayed out there all day chucking axes at inanimate objects, the cold still lingered, no matter how many layers she wore. “I suppooooose,” and she started to help gather the rest of their tools. “Thanks for the help,” was an extension regardless – granting him something more than her little mercurial efforts – before they waged their way back through snow (and the Firecracker - fully intent on blazing another path through the skies).
[FIN]
[FIN]
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
