Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
And then it was done.
Hands still on her bow, the youth watched as the massive beast fumbled, stumbled, and collapsed, incapable of pulling away from her weaponry when the rest of the world seemed at such a malicious state.
Only when it’d been prone and unmoving for a few seconds more did she even begin to move, advancing upon it, staring the creature down, and breathing a sigh of relief.
Safe. They were all safe.
“Shit,” was all she could murmur for half a moment, indulging in her hands sweeping over a swan feather, clutching it against her palm, the softness a bizarre balm when coming from a creature that would’ve eagerly destroyed them all. Eventually, keeping it in her grasp, her eyes turned towards the rest. “You guys all right?”
--
Melita takes the swan feather!
Hands still on her bow, the youth watched as the massive beast fumbled, stumbled, and collapsed, incapable of pulling away from her weaponry when the rest of the world seemed at such a malicious state.
Only when it’d been prone and unmoving for a few seconds more did she even begin to move, advancing upon it, staring the creature down, and breathing a sigh of relief.
Safe. They were all safe.
“Shit,” was all she could murmur for half a moment, indulging in her hands sweeping over a swan feather, clutching it against her palm, the softness a bizarre balm when coming from a creature that would’ve eagerly destroyed them all. Eventually, keeping it in her grasp, her eyes turned towards the rest. “You guys all right?”
--
Melita takes the swan feather!
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
