mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“Mhm. Nasty thing,” she returned with a wink (very tempted to steal the tiny drink umbrella from behind his ear; she wished she’d thought of that), but then the door was open, and there was Sunjata, looking worse than the last time she’d seen him. She tucked a grimace inward, kept it locked behind her teeth and pretended she didn’t notice the bags under his eyes. If she could’ve caught Iskra’s glance she might’ve extended another forewarning, but then her gaze was sweeping over the place, pretenses at the ready until she snapped. “This looks good!” came out instead, placing the food down to be nestled amongst the other portions, the combination of aromas a grand lure and enticement, and she ignored the rumbling growl of her stomach for a split second. She said nothing of him no longer being in his own home, or the utter lack of Ru’s touches – an obvious hole and absence that made something clench around her ribcage.
Sila and Fangorn immediately bounded off with Petronella, all noises and grumbles and vines strung along to either entice or irritate the sea panther; but enough to keep them occupied. The question the Abandoned loosened was a good one to break over any other murky waters, and her head tilted, knowing the foundations of the answer but not all the intrigue behind it; the only time she’d been here prior was to harass and scare that Thorn guy.
Perusing around the refreshments initially, not unlike a shark, she eventually snagged at a pina colada, and then a crab Rangoon because she couldn’t quite help herself. “Any news?” came after a sip through the colorful straw, having contained the impulse long enough.
Sila and Fangorn immediately bounded off with Petronella, all noises and grumbles and vines strung along to either entice or irritate the sea panther; but enough to keep them occupied. The question the Abandoned loosened was a good one to break over any other murky waters, and her head tilted, knowing the foundations of the answer but not all the intrigue behind it; the only time she’d been here prior was to harass and scare that Thorn guy.
Perusing around the refreshments initially, not unlike a shark, she eventually snagged at a pina colada, and then a crab Rangoon because she couldn’t quite help herself. “Any news?” came after a sip through the colorful straw, having contained the impulse long enough.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
