a lion-hearted girl
“I don’t think they run that deep,” she murmured offhandedly, still mildly irritated with the whole thing. At the very least, she had her own threshold in Torchline, away, away, away from the levels of bullshit and ridiculousness her uncle managed to conjure on a regular basis. Her expression softened at Kamaria’s unfortunate circumstances in the whole thing, out of her control and brought forth to herald deals that couldn’t even come to fruition now. “She’s strong,” she breathed, but knowing full well none of it had been fair. “And this will make her stronger for it. It’s just too bad it had to happen at all.” Her nose wrinkled – another inhale and exhale extended, some manner of it muffled into Fangorn’s vines flickering near her face.Dragons were a better matter anyway, and she could turn her head back and give forth a Cheshire grin. “I enjoyed it very much. And I’m sure it’ll be a fine addition.” To absolute chaos, destruction, and whatever else whirled and wiled away. She handed him another bag of muffins she’d stowed away, for one more extension of gratitude.
ready for a fight
MELITA
