a lion-hearted girl
Sugar’s icy scales were a wholesome respite, a rampant chill along her shoulders and down her spine, and she permitted a grin. Both companions received treats for their camaraderie, and she walked very carefully down the stretch of the market alongside Ronin, being certain to keep up in stride and assured Sugar stayed put. “What do you feed her?” Inquiries based on a likely carnivorous appetite – it wouldn’t be much more difficult than Fangorn’s diet, if her presumptions were correct. Her eyes rounded at the other news though – because she didn’t know anything about Cian, but a murder by an Ascended meant the dramatics, the fear, the apprehension, would be ramping up. That war was far more than a glimmer or timestamp on the horizon. Approaching, little by little, with each passing day – and sometimes in these dramatic, contemptuous leaps. “Oh. Do…do they know who did it?” Was there any thought to snagging and imprisoning, rather than ramping up the stakes?
And then to keep her head down. She frowned, and nodded, justifying the measures, the facets of natural curiosity taking over.
She missed his wince, too busy staring at the ground, or brushing a hand over Sugar’s head, offering a scratch. The honeybee could only respond with what she knew, unaware of any other consequences and complications. “Thank you for healing him.”
ready for a fight
MELITA
