Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Snagging at a piece of chocolate next, the Honeybee munched contentedly, mind immediately wandering from myriad of thoughts to thoughts with no actual grasp on any meaning in between. Haphazard and scattered, and nearing the end of her patience for anything transpiring; what she truly needed was to drink a large amount of water and go to bed before the impending hangover.
The question brought her back to something vague, and she blinked unsteadily at Sunjata several times before registering the notions. Back to an order, as best she could, she nodded dimly. “Supposed to be something for healing.” And gods knew she didn’t have anything like that in her repertoire – usually couldn’t be assed or bothered. But the KingMaker, despite never hitting her in the first place, had taught her some manner of futility and mortality; or that she could have easily been knocked down along the sands, just like Jack.
The question brought her back to something vague, and she blinked unsteadily at Sunjata several times before registering the notions. Back to an order, as best she could, she nodded dimly. “Supposed to be something for healing.” And gods knew she didn’t have anything like that in her repertoire – usually couldn’t be assed or bothered. But the KingMaker, despite never hitting her in the first place, had taught her some manner of futility and mortality; or that she could have easily been knocked down along the sands, just like Jack.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
