a lion-hearted girl
“Nothing.” It wasn’t his fault she’d yet to establish any control over herself, growling or otherwise. Too bold, too inept, too ineffectual, too drawn into the fire and flames so readily; and she sighed, pushing, pushing it all away, as she’d done so many times over. It wasn’t Saiden’s fault. It wasn’t anyone but hers, really. So instead of living in the murk, she placed the finishing touches on the Ludo doll, and stretched it out before her.At the very least, the impression was worth a laugh.
To which she then aimed her doll at his, swinging it so that the skull might instigate a headbutt into the form. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see,” she remarked and snorted; the challenge there, but not too grave, not too menacing.
ready for a fight
MELITA
