lips, hesitating.
❝ do…do you have to cut it ? ❞ it sounded ridiculous now that she heard herself speak. of course you could cut it… mehril should’ve just mirrored her regardless.
it was difficult to not return a smile to the other. her presence was warm, inviting. just where did she recognize her from … ? hands tucked away within the sleeves of her robe,
❝ you are generous. ❞ she nodded her appreciation, staring down at the fruit. parting her ++
lashes flutter upward mid-nibble,
wild, fawn-like gaze softening the
moment she noticed the other.
hand gestures for her to come
closer ╱ her offer still standing
with the delivery of a smile. ❛ don’t
be shy, come split it with me. the
more the merrier. ❜