`` about me? oh, how so? `` she inquires innocently. shams is many things. to begin with, she's quite a talented young warrior and of course, a well known princess. she's also observant not only in battle but also when it comes to others, always able to tell when something's wrong. however, her most noticeable trait, according to her family, is that she's extremely secretive. it's not a bad thing, at least not to her. she knows better than to simply display her life story to whoever asks. the truth was, she may act sweet at all times, but she knows that every move is a tactic to her. she has information and it is information she is willing to use. upon thinking that thought, she feels herself looking up. it’s raining. droplets ricochet against the side in an endless cadence, the sky above her blanketed by gray clouds, enveloping the ground in a summery shadow. and for some reason, she feels herself focus on the hydrangeas.
those very same hydrangeas that were surrounding her, on all sides, framing her figure like a painting come to life— splotches of color, flecks of purple and pink and blue, clashing with the gray sky. her eyes link with felicia and she moves closer. she almost echoes the same line back, but stops for a quick moment. `` a great deal sounds quite complicated, don't you think so? `` she says, voice honeyed and smooth, bringing a hand up to wipe at her forehead, wet from the rain. `` or am i simply speaking nonsense, miss felicia? `` the words that leave her are manipulated than anything, but when has that ever stopped her?