a lion-hearted girl
Sugar being capable of caring for herself didn’t surprise her – the dragon seemed very self-efficient, and she gave her another scratch and pat at the notions. Fangorn did too, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have treats, and portions and pieces from their hunts. “Excellent,” she noted in the back of her mind as one less thing to worry about. “Does she have her own nest and things?” Her gourd seemed to have no preference or where he took his naps – and she chanced a glance down at him, happily bumbling along on the makeshift paths.Pleasantries aside though skewed back into recent news and plights, and she cringed at Wessex’s name. A former mentor some years ago, before everything altered and changed. Half of her wanted to know if anything could be, would be, done, but that wasn’t part of keeping her head down. And perhaps it was best to remain ignorant.
She swallowed something down when the other notions came ambling through, a harsh intake of breath as the reality became clearer and more defined. Her uncle traversed on trails never quite lined the way he’d wished or wanted – sometimes thorny, often rubbled, unclear, a vacant, vague semblance of how he wanted to achieve his ends. It was as if he didn’t glance anywhere but ahead. “Would you have killed him?” She couldn’t help it – the question came along her tongue so readily that there was no ceasing – and her gilded eyes watched him, inclining upwards to catch any expression, any alteration. Hadn’t they been the best of friends?
But in the manner of gods, maybe it didn’t matter. “He’s only ever wanted to make sure Nate was safe.” And perhaps he was getting what he yearned and craved for in the end – but all the other prices had been stiff and difficult to pay.
ready for a fight
MELITA
