Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

Oh no…another bluff called. 

She just wanted him to stop. This was so senseless! But, again, she couldn’t let it go. Or, if she were honest, didn’t want to let it go. This exploding rush in her veins was addicting, something she wanted to keep forever. The once mouse of a girl, the quiet wall-flower, the trembling weed of a young she-wolf was so out-of-date—and it was exhausting. 

But, she knew that once this was all over, the young man of lethal excitement would disappear, and she would be left wondering if she would ever see him again, pining after the stranger who sparked her world. Then, the fireworks would dim just before fading back into the shadowed life she lived.

Yet, while the sparks were still alit, she decided to follow them.

To dance in them—like a true Medeiros woman. All that have come before her were strong and resilient, born to survive. And, in this, she would do all she could—to live. 

In this moment.

This same moment she barely let the guy finish his poison-laced words before springing for him—no warning—her eyes hard like green diamonds, their shine ever sparkling the closer she charged the shadowed knight, jaws wide.

Time slowed; it watched, waited. Wondering what the raging storm before her would do?