[She stares at the woman, still bristling at both her utter lack of fear and her assessment of her drawing as “cute.” That wasn’t the point -- not to be cute, but to be understood, to provide some kind of response to Masane’s own name.
She dismisses the woman’s offer with a toss of her head, her stance defiant. She points to what remains of the scribbled out sketch in the dirt with the tip of her needle, gaze locked with Masane’s.
If it was so good, then what did she think it meant?]
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She dismisses the woman’s offer with a toss of her head, her stance defiant. She points to what remains of the scribbled out sketch in the dirt with the tip of her needle, gaze locked with Masane’s.
If it was so good, then what did she think it meant?]