Ugh, cynic! It was just very good cheese.
The average observer wouldn’t have been able to tell, just seeing her in the throne room as the guard brought him in through a side door. That was the first sign for Ash, though. This wasn’t either of their private quarters, it was the room where royal law was laid. The way she held herself completely still, hands clutched behind her back and no hint of a smile or frown was the second sign. She was too mad to show emotion. He was in serious trouble.
“Ashley. Samir. Isidore. Karim.”
Okay, nevermind trouble. He was dead.
Smiling, Elia said, “I don’t think alien marine biology will be part of the curriculum, thankfully.”
Humidity glued the curls of her fiery orange hair to the dark skin of her cheeks and neck, while the playful gusts of wind ripped the curls free.
Body hunched over the bowl, mouth dripping with bile, Malik let out a groan. “Don’t move me. As long as I stay here, exactly like this, I don’t feel nauseous.”
(While hunting birds)
"My sister will tell you I can talk forever about nothing. She’s practiced in ignoring me. Ruel, bird on your right!”
The woman didn’t even look.
“See? Nothing."
Day 2:
[In reference to a kitten] “That's not the look of love, that's the look of world domination. I'm to be his slave, can't you see?”
Beware of Guard Corgi
Ash thought he heard the old woman squeal in delight as a plume of red exploded in the direction she went.
As she pelted another burst of yellow at a child who’d hit her with green, he wondered, was this the first time she’d ever had fun? Ever experienced unbridled, unrestrained joy?
Thinking about his own childhood, under his mother’s vigilant gaze, he wondered, was it his?
When she looked back to Caitlyn, her friend was staring at salad dressings, her trembling finger pointed towards various flavours of ranch. Cait hated ranch dressing.
"How can you dream of colors in a world that’s black and white?"