a lion-hearted girl
Sila didn’t come out, save for a mere poking of her head around Melita’s hip, before tucking herself away. Fangorn was all the more inviting with his waving tendrils, before adhering back to the digging progress, slow but steady. Her trowel dug further and further, the dirt and sandy soil swept away under her work and efforts.The killing of other void creatures kept her curiosity in tact though, and the Honeybee glanced his way, brow arched and impudence managed. “Sure.” She clearly wasn’t doing well, and maybe with his assistance the sapling stood a chance at surviving; the smuggler was proud, but not that asinine. “What have you been hunting?”
ready for a fight
MELITA
