Ishara wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell of the tea. For being a healer and dealing with all kinds of unpleasant tasting and smelling herbs, Ishara simply was not mature, or did not care, enough to control her expression. She liked sweet things and this smelled earthy. Not her style.
When he began speaking and saying such words as ‘facilitate’ and ‘transaction’ at her, Ishara stifled a laugh. “My goodness will you lighten up and speak plainly? Call me Ishara. Please. I had enough ‘Miss O’Rouroke-ing’ for a lifetime at the All Girls’ Academy.” She turned and hopped onto one of the stools and leaned her elbows on the counter top. Her legs swung below. “Afraid the deals off, darling. I have something else in mind. Something less...mmm...illegal.”
She didn’t bother hiding the judgment from her tone then. The word was meant to be biting. Ishara didn’t approve of the arrangement this man had with her father. And so she’d come to make a better one.
Ishara rested her chin in her hands and blew idly at hair that had fallen in her face while he described the dessert situation.
Ishara clapped her hands, her countenance brightening considerably, “Oh mango would be lovely! I’ve only ever had a mango once before.” She could give a person whiplash the way she’d go from disapproving to excited in rapid succession. “Make it a large bowl.”
And she wasn’t shy about making demands either.
When he began speaking and saying such words as ‘facilitate’ and ‘transaction’ at her, Ishara stifled a laugh. “My goodness will you lighten up and speak plainly? Call me Ishara. Please. I had enough ‘Miss O’Rouroke-ing’ for a lifetime at the All Girls’ Academy.” She turned and hopped onto one of the stools and leaned her elbows on the counter top. Her legs swung below. “Afraid the deals off, darling. I have something else in mind. Something less...mmm...illegal.”
She didn’t bother hiding the judgment from her tone then. The word was meant to be biting. Ishara didn’t approve of the arrangement this man had with her father. And so she’d come to make a better one.
Ishara rested her chin in her hands and blew idly at hair that had fallen in her face while he described the dessert situation.
Ishara clapped her hands, her countenance brightening considerably, “Oh mango would be lovely! I’ve only ever had a mango once before.” She could give a person whiplash the way she’d go from disapproving to excited in rapid succession. “Make it a large bowl.”
And she wasn’t shy about making demands either.
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