Stone Circle Let's be

dahlia had not realized that he was exposed until he moved his tail to cover himself. a blush crept to her cheeks as she averted her eyes to the ground, where she watched a line of worker ants march mindlessly on. 

she didn’t understand him. she didn’t like being dirty. even since her earliest days, dahlia had abhorred filth in all its forms. whether it was vile words spilled from another’s mouth or the dirt itself, she could not stand for any of it. 

therefore, she had nothing polite to say. little ladies did not open their mouths when they couldn’t be nice. 

yes, my name is dahlia. she turned back to him now that he stood waiting. i didn’t know that mama had family here, she says. not until they were sent on their way.