mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
She snorted as she eyed the soldier placed next to her drink, giving a dramatic eyeroll for effect. “I can’t tell you,” at which she wrinkled her nose and winked; having no intention of revealing any of her process and progress with chaotic shenanigans. Even if this one had been one of the more innocent regards. “It would give things away.” And without the element of surprise and amusement, then where would she be?
The Honeybee gave over portions of jerky to each companion. Fangorn heartily accepted with a loud grumble, and Sila was dainty, polite, and when everyone seemed content, she could feast on her own burger. Munching, she huffed at his response, and swallowed down the food before granting some excuse. “Gotta have some kind of trademark.” Unless she was being overly cruel or condemning; perhaps it depended on the circumstances. Snagging at a fry, she popped it into her mouth and considered other options. “You’d have figured it out anyway.” She doubted many others would be putting duck soldiers in his pants pockets.
The Honeybee gave over portions of jerky to each companion. Fangorn heartily accepted with a loud grumble, and Sila was dainty, polite, and when everyone seemed content, she could feast on her own burger. Munching, she huffed at his response, and swallowed down the food before granting some excuse. “Gotta have some kind of trademark.” Unless she was being overly cruel or condemning; perhaps it depended on the circumstances. Snagging at a fry, she popped it into her mouth and considered other options. “You’d have figured it out anyway.” She doubted many others would be putting duck soldiers in his pants pockets.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
