A Merrill Without Twine
“Over here, kitten~” Isabela waved at her and walked toward her. “Fancy meeting you here, out to get supplies I take it?” She put an arm around Merrill and ruffled her hair with the other hand. “Or out to pick some flowers perhaps? you won’t find any here. you should go to hightown for that”Â
“Oh well actually I was on my way to the docks…and umm…well…” Merrill blushed as she rubbed the back of her head. Shifting from foot to foot, she could still feel the eyes of the back of her neck. It didn’t feel very safe here.
“Isabela…do you feel like someone is watching us.” Maybe she was just being paranoid but either way Isabela would know what to do. Isabela always seemed to know what to do.
Isabela felt it too, but she didn't let it show. "oh kitten, are you feeling guilty about something? how about we get out of the streets first and you tell me what's going on, hmmm?"












