a lion-hearted girl
Maybe Sugar had felt all the rage – and Melita would have to learn not to feed so readily into the funnels of her loathing, or to merely cast it in a different light. She unfurled another great breath as Ronin clasped at her shoulder, the dragon left her pinnacles, and she felt very infantile and dumbfounded all over again. “I thought so too, and even after they got over that deal…,” Hadn’t thing been all right once more? They’d journeyed out to King’s End, set up an abode for themselves and the brood they hastened along the journey – and shouldn’t that have been it?He doesn't think she wanted to add, with a wrinkle to her nose and several other curse words.
Her gait slowed and she released another petulant sigh, reaching down to grab Fangorn, listening to him grumble and rumble in her arms. They were clearly both trying to ward off the frustrations, and she knew her clenching jaw wasn’t helping. Instead, perhaps they could rally to better points and figments. “How is she doing?”
ready for a fight
MELITA
