Melisa walked through the streets.
All around her, she could hear the city buzzing.
"... did you hear...?"
"... the queen, right in her chambers?"
"... probably a traitor or something..."
Countless conversations popped off around her as she made her way down the street, almost like those lights in front of people's homes that turn on when someone outside gets close. Melisa had, naturally, been expecting it. But, it was still kind of annoying.
[Come on... Can't you give me some room to think!?!? I can barely hear myself!]
That said, she wasn't exactly sure the silence would make much of a practical difference. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think much beyond two-word sentences. Sentences that usually started in some variation of "holy" and ended in some form of "shit".
