a lion-hearted girl
When Sah didn’t answer, or seemed otherwise preoccupied, the Honeybee gave a shrug and wove her attention upon the table again. An assortment of people came and went, investigating, inspecting, seeming to know exactly what they wanted, or certainly holding onto those pretenses. Her brow furrowed, uncertain and unsure, for the youth had never been one to pay much attention to gardening – despite her mother’s many attempted lessons on the value of herbs.Her head inclined upwards again when she heard Flora, looking probably as confused as Melita felt. “I think we take these,” she noted in a whisper, so not to give away their bewilderment. Shrugging her shoulders, the smuggler didn’t waste much time in the particulars though, placing a few on the end that seemed relatively ignored into her pockets.
ready for a fight
MELITA
