𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿; enola holmes

"Do you know you've entirely ruined the phase three of my plan." The girl spoke, picking up her pace, walking a bit fast to the front.

"Phase what?" Annette asked, trying to catch up to the girl. "Who the hell are you?"

When the girl doesn't respond, she spoke "Look, I believe our recent brush with death has earned me atleast a name." Annette practically begging. She sound like she's begging but she's not. She's not.

"Enola Holmes."

Enola glanced back at Annie. She looked down, Holmes? Where has she heard that name before.. oh right! Sherlock Holmes! The famous detective!

"Holmes? Like Sherlock?" Annette exclaimed, her face lit up at a sudden moment. "And I am undercover, so forget that I told you that piece of information."

Annette nodded, snickering a bit. She's on the run with Enola Holmes! Annette met a pretty girl and she is a Holmes?

God. "Undercover working for him?" She asked. "Undercover from him." Enola corrected. "Hence why you dressed as a boy--"

"Hence why you have to say nothing!" Enola's arm block Annette from walking, pressing it on her chest, below her neck. There was silence as they stared, glaring into each other's eyes again.

"So?" Enola glared, shrugging. "What?" Annette asked, blankly as she stares at Enola.

Enola turned to look at the distance land. Her arms pointing towards it, making Annette's gaze to where she had pointed. "Thank you? You're supposed to say thank you." Enola emphasize.

"For what?" Annette smiled blankly. Enola scoffed and walk away, furiously. While Annette still looking out the distance, trying to figured out what she's talking about. What an idiot Annette is. She's smart. Academically smart. Not emotionally smart.

When she realized, Enola was far from her. She quickly ran to catch up with her. They walked in silence, comfortable silence and comforting as well. There's something about Enola that Annette want to know more than just her name. And when I say they walked in silence. Enola walked in silence, Annette on the other hand is:

"Hey, if you're a Holmes. Then, are you his sister or his daughter, or?"

"Did you know that water has memory?"

"Did you know that men are six times more likely to get struck by a lightning?"

"Did you know that gorillas burp when they're happy?"

"Did you know wombats poops are squares?"

She wants to know about Enola's intelligence, beauty and fashion. Enola's charming and Annette's elegant features were shadowing the land when the sun was almost set. We have to eat, that's what Annie thought. We have to sleep, that's what Enola thought.

"We should think about sleeping soon." Enola sigh. "We should think about eating soon." Annie commented.

"But we have nothing to eat." Enola shakes her head. "Of course we do. I brought muffins from home." She smiled wiggling her reticule bag, Enola couldn't help but smiled warmly at the girl. "Really?" Annie nodded happily. "Yes, it's all in my bag. Foods, money, my important items."

A reticule, also known as a ridicule or indispensable, was a type of small handbag or purse, similar to a modern evening bag, used mainly from 1795 to 1820.

It doesn't fit much things. That's why she only brought 2 muffins and a croissant. But the croissant was given to the guard back at the train station, remember? "I managed to get my bag before you pulled me out of the carriage. This bag is the precious thing I have ever received from someone I loved."

Enola wondered who could it be, but it's better if she stayed quiet. They walked once again, when Annette began to search the grass.

She gasp happily when she saw something on the grass, "What is it?" Enola asked. "Arctium lappa, which you'll know as a burdock. Very tasty. And then there's Trifolium. Clover. And is that.. yes! I knew it! Mushrooms, Agaricus lanipes. The Princess." Annie smiled as she picked up the mushroom and handed it over to Enola, she took it with a smile.

"I'm not entirely an idiot you know." Annette called out. "I am academically smart. I only learn that my whole entire life, no other things. Well maybe the lord and lady stuffs. Things like that." They began walking again, smiling at the comforting silence.

"I know, Bimbo." Enola couldn't help but laughs. "Really? That's the better insult you could think of me? You really have to think of a better insult.. hm, okay? Tosspot." Annie snapped jokingly as she laughs. Enola gaped her mouth in surprise, "You are not calling me that! Tosspot? No, no, no, no!"

"Alright, if you'll stop calling me bimbo, then I'll stop calling you tosspot." Annette affirmed. Enola think for s second as her lips pursed, "Nope, can't do that, bimbo." She giggles and ran off.

It was Annette's turn to gaped her mouth, her expression was in disbelief but soft at the same time. She ran to catch up with Enola, both girls giggling.

••

"You know, you're not so bad, Holmes." said Annette as she took a bite of her muffin. It was now night, the sun has set and moon took over the earth.

"Really? What makes you think of me that way?"

"What way?" asked Annette.

" 'Not so bad' way "

"Secret." Annette smirked slightly. "Lady like me will not tell a secret." She turned her head away from Enola and bite her muffin.

"And you're not so bad too, Viscountess Annette, Marquise of Basilweather." Enola whispers, and take a bite of her muffin that Annie gaved her. "Oh please, Call me, Annie." Annie insisted.

"Sure.. Annie." Enola nodded, smiling at her new friend and they eat in silence. Flames of fire burning infront of them, the only thing that was heard was the sound of fire crackling.

"Annie, can I ask you something?" Enola spoke. "Yeah, what is it?" Annette stare directly at the fire. "Can you be my friend?" Annette froze, glancing up to meet Enola's brown eyes. "If you like." Annette nodded, her gaze softened. "Yeah, yeah of course, I'd love to be your friend, tosspot." Enola groaned at the last word of her answer.

Annie giggles. "Can you not call me that?" Enola whimpered. Annie laughs, as she hugged Enola's side. "My Tosspot."