[Training] [se] drank every sky that I could

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

“There’s some chocolate that’s pretty bitter…,” and she trailed off, tapping her chin, thinking of where she’d seen the concoction. “People use it a lot for baking, but I bet I could find a whole bar of it.” And she shrugged her shoulders, not really inclined or caring about the protestations of what qualified as a gift. “If I don’t like the person, why should I get them anything nice?” Seemed a bit insincere to the honeybee – who’d always worn her emotions right on her sleeves, or, in the perils of a weapon. Her notions towards Kiada, written neatly across a rock or a bauble, could interlace in domineering threats – which the youth liked best of all.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life