a lion-hearted girl
The honeybee wasn’t surprised to hear Saiden’s voice over the wind – she expected a majority of the crew to be wandering around, no longer upon the ocean, waiting for the next, upcoming voyage (with any luck, there’d be no ghost whales amidst the sojourn, and they could encounter something else for a change). She hummed under her breath while she worked, only turning her head over her shoulder at his question; for no one had ever said she had a great mind.“I suppose,” came on an arched brow and a ruffian smirk, and then she dropped her gaze back to the task at hand. Much like she’d done with Eloise’s lantern, the youth had managed to perfect the art of knotting anything (likely from their days at sea), applying, wrapping, and tying so the sticks were bound together. “What are you up to?” Her inquiry launched along the breeze, eyes riveted to her movements and motions, head tilting vaguely, an examination in simplicity, in pondering where to go next in the makeshift sculpting.
ready for a fight
MELITA
