So Many Bees

Oh I rather doubt that, Malachai has a plant over there that would drop a dragon dead in the right distillation, very easily. It's a pretty little thing too. I find that those things that are the most beautiful are dangerous, so you may be right after all. She nodded as she talked herself to the logic of it, letting the guards shuffle about, she for the most part tried to ignore them as much as the other woman did. They were simply minders in the house, a part of being a guest, she assumed, and more so that she was what was looking like one of the only survivors of a place.

She shuddered at the thought, but knew it was most likely the case as to why.

The master of the house came and found me, after I escaped, my brother had paid an elderly gentleman to take me to somewhere we thought was going to be safe, but none of them arrived there. I waited a few days to see, and then took to a horse and rode north. I think. I don't remember that week very well right now. One of the healers says it'll come back to me if I stop forcing it. I don't like having questionable memories in my head. She smiled gentle as she nodded.

I'd be happy to write a letter for you, there are some concerns you'd use the ink pen as a stabbing implement then? I could see why your father might hesitate to let you have use of one. I didn't know Malachai's father was in this house too, I'm assuming your his younger sister, of course. She looked over to one of her minders, May I have ink, a pen, and some parchment please? She looked back to the younger woman now, Have they not been taking dictation properly for you then? Writing a letter for someone means writing it exactly as it's said, not adding a flourish, or omitting something that you feel might be distressing for someone else. And I suppose, since I'm a stranger, it would be easier for me to not have context to the letter itself. It's logical. And it was, she nodded, settling into an easier sitting position.

Of course, it's a hair ribbon. She took her embroidery off the ring, and set the needle and sheers aside to hand over the black ribbon with it's two finished bees on one end, a third started on the other end of the ribbon. I don't know why, but, I've always liked having them braided into my hair, and they're so useful when I'm working in the lab to keep my hair from falling into the fire, or an acid I've been working with.

@Novella Tilani