a lion-hearted girl
Whether she was lying or not the youth wouldn’t say, concentrating on deflecting the semblance entirely, masquerading in further pretenses and smirks. He didn’t persist in asking, and so she let the notions and emblems die, fade, off into the sand and surf; snorting at the Ludo-doll antics. At his implications, the honeybee arched her brow and crossed her arms over her chest, so her own doll stuck out along the crook of her elbow. “I didn’t say that,” a mere tease and taunt. “But sure, you can try.” A wrinkle to her nose, edges and glimmers of defiance, before her eyes settled upon the horizon. “I should go. But I’ll await the surprise.” A score of other things to do, a horde of other skirmishes to embrace and concoct.With a cheery wave, the youth and her gourd would skip along and out of the region, the Ludo-doll orchestrating a goodbye signal all its own, before they disappeared along corners and fringes.
{FIN}
ready for a fight
MELITA
