knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
She watched, waited, listened, an exercise in patience she didn’t often have. She didn’t receive much in return, but attempted to hide her frown, the roll of her eyes as she hastened back to her artwork. The honeybee girl didn’t comment on the first portions, and took ample time in sweeping more charcoal across hairlines, forgoing the hum under her breath for more concentration, applying pressure into the name, emboldening it over and over in lines and formation.
How did she know him? The curve of a smirk threatened to buoy along her mouth, her eyes not wandering back to Kellan. “My uncle and him are together.” Whether or not that meant she’d receive no more information was an uncertainty, and she’d have to play her cards right – going for the protective angle (and it wasn’t a lie; considering how often Sunjata managed to land himself in hot water, literally and figuratively). “Hence why I wanted to know more about him.”
She nodded towards the praise and compliments of Jiao – the girl had enjoyed her time with the Quartermaster too, and the Fae woman had far more skills in needlework than Melita could ever hope or strive to achieve.
But it was the topic of Fangorn that held her attention, and she lifted him into her arms in case Kellan wanted to peruse closer. On impulse, due to his inquiry, she lifted the gourd’s lips to reveal fangs. “I thought it was fitting.”
How did she know him? The curve of a smirk threatened to buoy along her mouth, her eyes not wandering back to Kellan. “My uncle and him are together.” Whether or not that meant she’d receive no more information was an uncertainty, and she’d have to play her cards right – going for the protective angle (and it wasn’t a lie; considering how often Sunjata managed to land himself in hot water, literally and figuratively). “Hence why I wanted to know more about him.”
She nodded towards the praise and compliments of Jiao – the girl had enjoyed her time with the Quartermaster too, and the Fae woman had far more skills in needlework than Melita could ever hope or strive to achieve.
But it was the topic of Fangorn that held her attention, and she lifted him into her arms in case Kellan wanted to peruse closer. On impulse, due to his inquiry, she lifted the gourd’s lips to reveal fangs. “I thought it was fitting.”
Melita
