"You don't think?" Shura says wryly. He might not want to harm her yet, but that could always change.
She pulls out bunch of flowers, small white blossoms no bigger than the tip of Daud's pinky surrounded by leafy greens. It isn't a useful plant, but most mothers discouraged their children from picking the wildflower on the basis of the white flowers bringing bad luck to the home. Shura hands the neatly tied bundle to Daud without looking twice at him.
"Take the flowers off of the stems," she orders, peering back into the bag and pulling out one last bunch of green. And then, as if this is a normal conversation to be having, "I can't tell if you're tryin' to compliment me or not, but if you are, this is a weird way of going about it."
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She pulls out bunch of flowers, small white blossoms no bigger than the tip of Daud's pinky surrounded by leafy greens. It isn't a useful plant, but most mothers discouraged their children from picking the wildflower on the basis of the white flowers bringing bad luck to the home. Shura hands the neatly tied bundle to Daud without looking twice at him.
"Take the flowers off of the stems," she orders, peering back into the bag and pulling out one last bunch of green. And then, as if this is a normal conversation to be having, "I can't tell if you're tryin' to compliment me or not, but if you are, this is a weird way of going about it."