Q U E E N

Nala’s eyes lit up with joy as she saw her friend. “Neeltje! It certainly has, thank you. My family is doing very well, the little ones are growing like cabbages.” she chuckled. “How have you been?”

“My Mother was quite clever when it came to those sorts of things. But I completely agree, culture is such an important thing to take into account. Yes, English is my first language, then German, Danish and lastly French. But through learning them all my English has become slightly difficult to improve upon. “

             “Just that I didn’t think my accomplishments were any better                than yours, and you seem to take yours quite a bit more               seriously than I.”   

“No worries! And I must admit that English is a particularly nasty language to try and grasp. There are so many rules that apply to so little words, and different pronunciations – and it’s just a mess. And when I was younger my Mother sort of made of point of making sure I was cultured … well that and I lived with my cousin for a bit, making it so that I was given the opportunity to pick up Danish and some German. And honestly, you’re more impressive yourself.”

                   “Well; I’ll have to agree with your mother. Being cultured is extremely important in our line of work. Having to deal with people across the nations and seas means we must attempt to understand them as much as possible. Is English your first language, or something else?

“I’m Eighteen actually.” She corrected with a small smile. Melody didn’t want to give the woman the wrong impression. “And I always excelled at languages they, unlike reading, were my forte. And three? My, which ones?”

                Terra looked back at the enemies that were chasing them. She knew what it was like; to always be on the run. It wasn’t a life for anyone. She looked back at the other, deciding to do something that was either brave or very stupid.

                "You go on ahead. I’ll hold them off.“

Jamie only sipped absently at his coffee, hardly paying any mind to her warning. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard such a threat, and it was his job to be trustworthy, even for… less than legal reasons. Regardless, he wasn’t stupid.

An eyebrow arched at her next words, almost disbelieving that she was even daring to bring up such a topic. Surely if anyone found out this conversation took place, she’d be the one in danger, not him. But he didn’t deign to mention that. Instead, he set his cup back down on the table.

“You know how difficult that’s going to be, right? There’s a reason nobody knows him, and I’m not in the business of finding out. He offers safety and luxury; to test his boundaries could ruin his generosity. Your sort of curiosity will be deadly.”

                “Of course I know.” She replied, giving the other a sigh. And she knew that her curiosity was dangerous. It got her into trouble before, and it would get her into trouble again. There was no denying this. There never would be. And there would be no stopping it. She couldn’t control it -- even if she tried.

❝ i am, indeed.      ah, criminal attorney. though, i have      had a divorce case or two. if i may,      what exactly do you anticipate      needing a lawyer for ? ❞

          “No one can force you to. But it’s liberating!”