Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Something very dark and foul pressed into her lungs, ribcage, and scowl as Sunjata departed from the crowd, started wandering towards her. An innermost compulsion triggered into her fingers, and she was inclined into a variety of directions – leaving entirely, making a scene, or casting her grasp on any of her weaponry laden across her person. For the Flood’s luck and mercy, her fingers still clasped a drink, though she knocked it back very quickly, settling the glass back down on the barrel it had once occupied.
A bitter tone occupied the space the moment he opened his mouth, and she could feel the bite between her teeth. “About what?” The Honeybee couldn’t be certain what he’d possibly have to say to her after years of not speaking to one another – she imagined he’d been held up in his refuge, living out his days and life while the rest of them toiled along skirmishes and struggles – but gods only knew with the branches of her family.
A bitter tone occupied the space the moment he opened his mouth, and she could feel the bite between her teeth. “About what?” The Honeybee couldn’t be certain what he’d possibly have to say to her after years of not speaking to one another – she imagined he’d been held up in his refuge, living out his days and life while the rest of them toiled along skirmishes and struggles – but gods only knew with the branches of her family.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
