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

Melita

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

A snicker wove its way back to her features, enjoying the thrall and movement of action, of violence, even if it was minimal and teaching wise at best. Her staff, despite his attempts at ducking away, still met the mermanta’s form, and that was enough to keep her reeling, going, executing drills and movements she could recall from mere muscle memory alone.

Watching him below the surface was a tad trickier, given how water and light bent angles. She could see he was rising somewhere near her feet, and so she hastened to the left. At the same time, the honeybee strived to swing her staff downwards, either striving for a hit upon the trident, or the individual. She had no preference.

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