Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita hadn’t expected to be back in the Grounds so soon – not after years of avoiding it. Keeping thoughts of exploding the Spire again, and watching it split piece by piece by piece, only in the back of her mind, she and her companions made their way down towards the Black Lake. Which also must’ve been new – she had no recollection of the inky, obsidian waters, or the way the world shifted underground, down and down and down into cavernous depths. It made her slightly mercurial, feral, capricious, with a tighter hold on her lanterns and weapons alike.
Luckily, eventually, the Stygian pursuits gave way to the promised lights, and she didn’t clench her jaw so much. Her eyes took in the usual spectacle, the array of painted fixtures, and took a much needed, long breath.
She hadn’t brought her mother or sister’s this year, nor Rexanna or Bastien, having already seen them previously. Instead, they sat amidst her house, while Nate’s clung along her grasp; electric blue and emblazoned with his companions. Nodding her head to a few familiar individuals nearby, she waved solemnly, and then placed her uncle’s amongst the rest.
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Melita has made a lantern forNate in {se} we leave parts of ourselves in places
Luckily, eventually, the Stygian pursuits gave way to the promised lights, and she didn’t clench her jaw so much. Her eyes took in the usual spectacle, the array of painted fixtures, and took a much needed, long breath.
She hadn’t brought her mother or sister’s this year, nor Rexanna or Bastien, having already seen them previously. Instead, they sat amidst her house, while Nate’s clung along her grasp; electric blue and emblazoned with his companions. Nodding her head to a few familiar individuals nearby, she waved solemnly, and then placed her uncle’s amongst the rest.
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Melita has made a lantern for
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
