i know, i've got a lot to learn

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

Years before, it would’ve been difficult to imagine her uncle as reclusive, hidden amongst his curtains and brothel – but times had changed, and she could understand it somewhat. Shrugging again, her concentration honed back to her drink and then her fork toyed with a few more vegetables, before skewering those too. “You could,” as he calculated over lanterns and flames, and she could imagine long lanes of them, leading whomever out of the fields of King’s End and to the House of Midnight’s quarters – for whatever their purpose.

Though the implication thereafter ensured a massive eyeroll. “It’s not hard to start a fire.” Nor keep it going – he wouldn’t even need to apply any magic. Men, she nearly muttered, taking to frowning instead.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury