a lion-hearted girl
With the beginning of the framework completed, she tied off that portion, wrapping some thread around to keep everything in place, while she worked on the body. Her eyes caught the way Saiden stuffed seaweed within, and she pondered, then decided to hasten it forth with sand, filling in the pockets and holes she’d already created and manifested. His story, about bets, about shiny filaments, about lost eyes for ambitious, unfortunate blunders, caused a frown, though she didn’t raise her head, keeping the filaments tucked down towards the doll. It was silly, to lose something so precious as one’s sight for knucklebones – for shiny shards he probably could’ve found anywhere. But she didn’t say it. Didn’t need to. He clearly already knew.
As far as healing, or drawing any herald his way, he was already at a disadvantage in utilizing magic. Not his fault, and she wouldn’t judge – and the honeybee could proffer as much advice as she could manage. “Oh, well. It likes toys and games. And deals in memories.” Would Ludo be willing to mend Saiden? Would Safrin be a better option?
ready for a fight
MELITA
