Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita only blinked once when there was suddenly a sword pointed in her direction. She glared in return – a very vicious set to her gilded stare. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but it still took every ounce of her being to not immediately retaliate. Instead, her hand tightened instinctively, and her fingers almost moved to the bowstring on her wrist, fully intending to notch and decimate within a single moment –
But this wasn’t her world or turf or terrain, and while she rarely gave a fuck about creating a scene, something told her, perhaps wisdom crawled in there unannounced, not to unfurl bedlam right here and now.
Moments later the man seemed to straighten out anyway, and the instance of instant violence passed. For now. Her chin raised in a seditious, defiant manner, poised for a revolution that wasn't necessary, before answering. “I was hoping to train here,” she answered earnestly. “I heard about the Dragoons from Koa.” Figuring that name would get her somewhere; even if she wasn’t interested in joining.
But this wasn’t her world or turf or terrain, and while she rarely gave a fuck about creating a scene, something told her, perhaps wisdom crawled in there unannounced, not to unfurl bedlam right here and now.
Moments later the man seemed to straighten out anyway, and the instance of instant violence passed. For now. Her chin raised in a seditious, defiant manner, poised for a revolution that wasn't necessary, before answering. “I was hoping to train here,” she answered earnestly. “I heard about the Dragoons from Koa.” Figuring that name would get her somewhere; even if she wasn’t interested in joining.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
