Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Gods, what a missed opportunity – for she did smirk when he flinched. Just as dangerous and wild in her inebriated state as she was in her natural one, it would’ve been a sight to see her striving to aim her arrows or strike with her staff or clamber with her dagger. Beginning to laugh at the notions spiraling about her head, her brows furrowed at the notions of sitting.
Why? She was doing just fine, clinging to the barrel for dear life.
“I’m good,” and yes, somehow this was Jata’s fault. “Maybe I’ll go home soon,” uttered out loud, like it was another grand idea traipsing through her brain. “The party looks like its winding down.” She hadn’t actively participated in it anyway, aside from drinking heavily.
Why? She was doing just fine, clinging to the barrel for dear life.
“I’m good,” and yes, somehow this was Jata’s fault. “Maybe I’ll go home soon,” uttered out loud, like it was another grand idea traipsing through her brain. “The party looks like its winding down.” She hadn’t actively participated in it anyway, aside from drinking heavily.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
