Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita was accustomed to the myriad paths of the caves, skipping along as if she were frolicking through a meadow or a stream, rather than towards more destruction. A hum hastened under her breath, even as Ronin messed with her hair, content on the upcoming demolition – eyes seeking out the foretold pedestal as the light pierced through.
There was no need of her weaponry when the Huntsman could easily blast through the wall of ice, but she snagged at her bow and quiver anyway. Might as well have been prepared. “What did you need to do the last time you destroyed a shrine?” The Honeybee’s presumptions lingered, that Ronin had been there, and that it had been mostly of violence, power, might, and brawn – which usually worked within Caido.
There was no need of her weaponry when the Huntsman could easily blast through the wall of ice, but she snagged at her bow and quiver anyway. Might as well have been prepared. “What did you need to do the last time you destroyed a shrine?” The Honeybee’s presumptions lingered, that Ronin had been there, and that it had been mostly of violence, power, might, and brawn – which usually worked within Caido.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
