Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita was a. nosey b. impetuous c. obnoxious, so when the temptation to wander around Stormbreak came over her, she and her companions went with it. She’d never actually gone to the Dragon’s Nest or done anything with the Dragoons, despite once being an Accepted and having her own wonderful flying lizard.
But she’d been busy, doing dumbass things.
Like today, as she meandered and circled around the outside, pondering over her choices. Boldly and blindly wander in, see who wanted to spar? Be kicked out (probably kicking and screaming) because she wasn’t actually a Dragoon? Not care either way?
Instead, she sighed, pondering over weapon choices and staring at both Fangorn and Sila, as if they could make the decision for her. “Should we go in?” The gourd grumbled and the bronze beast crooned, and the Honeybee puffed upwards, already rifling through her bag.
But she’d been busy, doing dumbass things.
Like today, as she meandered and circled around the outside, pondering over her choices. Boldly and blindly wander in, see who wanted to spar? Be kicked out (probably kicking and screaming) because she wasn’t actually a Dragoon? Not care either way?
Instead, she sighed, pondering over weapon choices and staring at both Fangorn and Sila, as if they could make the decision for her. “Should we go in?” The gourd grumbled and the bronze beast crooned, and the Honeybee puffed upwards, already rifling through her bag.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
