Slow Mel was slow
The woman’s odd accent was very pronounced, much like the coyote that now lived with them. Despite this, her ability to communicate clear enough with the child meant she was of use. Salvia’s green eyes burned in the half-light of the cave, never leaving the face of the coyote even as she began to clean the skin of the charred animal. This was unimportant to her. What could be learned from this woman would prove to be the ultimate goal, and as such, she focused on it with a single-mindedness that was remarkable for her young age.
“The lady who lives with us speaks Espanol,” Salvia tried, her tongue making the word harsh as it fell back on the learned German. “She doesn’t talk much otherwise, and I want to talk to her.” Simple. A simple goal for a girl who was not one to make friends as much as demand them. Pandemic was boring, always moping about inside, Wretch was annoying, and Naniko’s sons were no better. After seeing Scorpious’ burns, Salvia had lost all respect for the older boy. Only an idiot would let themselves get hurt like that.
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