mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The notions of ‘boredom’ wouldn’t have been met with chores on Melita’s end – but certainly some sort of dangerous plot concoction. Alas, Iskra would never know, her brow remaining arched but a snort flickering through instead of the maelstrom of ideas warring inside her brain. She didn’t think she’d be quite capable of an occupation like his; would’ve likely started a fire. If he was lucky (meaning the direct opposite), maybe one day he’d be hammering away at trees and there’d be someone inciting something else nearby. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised with a faint wrinkle of her nose and a wink.
As for her other victims amidst the duck duck goose game, she tapped on her chin, finishing off the remainer of her lava water free cocoa. “Pretty sure I blasted him with water,” came with a shrug; indifferent, but amused that it happened.
She snorted at the thought of wrapping cloths and less blood, who did he think she was, but took his hand nonetheless, rising from the ground and dusting off the soil and loam from her dress. “I’ll mull it over,” which meant she wouldn’t even consider it until well down the line and probably already in the middle of the terrifying game. “Sure. My treat.”
Chancing a glance at the impending sunset they wouldn’t be seeing, here anyway, she nodded, gathering up her companions. “All right, all aboard!” Unfurling the sails, maybe they’d be content with the pressing sun over the horizon as the wind whipped and flagged.
[FIN]
As for her other victims amidst the duck duck goose game, she tapped on her chin, finishing off the remainer of her lava water free cocoa. “Pretty sure I blasted him with water,” came with a shrug; indifferent, but amused that it happened.
She snorted at the thought of wrapping cloths and less blood, who did he think she was, but took his hand nonetheless, rising from the ground and dusting off the soil and loam from her dress. “I’ll mull it over,” which meant she wouldn’t even consider it until well down the line and probably already in the middle of the terrifying game. “Sure. My treat.”
Chancing a glance at the impending sunset they wouldn’t be seeing, here anyway, she nodded, gathering up her companions. “All right, all aboard!” Unfurling the sails, maybe they’d be content with the pressing sun over the horizon as the wind whipped and flagged.
[FIN]
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
