Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The Honeybee let out an audible, beleaguered sigh as they were spotted – not towards the dragon, but the courier. For the former, she granted a slight smile, and Fangorn wagged his vines, while Sila announced her own presence by tucking further into Melita’s long locks. For the latter, she couldn’t quite muster a smile; tilting her head vaguely, eyes narrowing as she watched his actions. “I’m all right.” If trying to snag relics and destroying shrines and all the other mischief she’d gotten into seemed to fit into those segments. “Yeah.” Not long enough in Melita’s opinion.
Shifting her bag of weapons higher along her shoulders, she permitted some modicum of curiosity to filter through. “What’re you doing here?”
Shifting her bag of weapons higher along her shoulders, she permitted some modicum of curiosity to filter through. “What’re you doing here?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
