Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita’s memories might have once outweighed the bad, but gods, the Grounds also tormented and tortured so many of them, that the notions were just as clouded and murky as her brain at the moment. She’d met some wonderful people and had infinite bounds of fun, but then everything came crashing down in so many instances, it was hard to pinpoint when the tirades became colossal, and the triumphs insignificant.
So she stilled, a rarity, when Sunjata announced he’d met Nate there. While it wouldn’t be enough to keep the Honeybee’s bitterness away, she nodded. “Keep that memory then,” and dash away the rest of them that didn’t fit or stick.
Her nose wrinkled, not bothered by the Oasis, but certainly others. “Or the Spire.” Maybe it collapsed and fell apart in the aftermath of the war, but she doubted they’d be so lucky. Gnawing at another piece of bread, she curled it apart in her fingers. “Have you seen Phoebe since?”
So she stilled, a rarity, when Sunjata announced he’d met Nate there. While it wouldn’t be enough to keep the Honeybee’s bitterness away, she nodded. “Keep that memory then,” and dash away the rest of them that didn’t fit or stick.
Her nose wrinkled, not bothered by the Oasis, but certainly others. “Or the Spire.” Maybe it collapsed and fell apart in the aftermath of the war, but she doubted they’d be so lucky. Gnawing at another piece of bread, she curled it apart in her fingers. “Have you seen Phoebe since?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
