Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The demeanor of the Dragoon seemed to alter, but she didn’t for the moment. Still tense and waiting for something to happen, the inquiries nearly made her mumble both, but she wasn’t ready to admit she’d been wandering. “Sparring, really,” she extended instead. “I’ve got a couple weapons…or hand-to-hand…,” if anyone was willing. Beating the absolute piss out of something seemed all the more encouraging to her; but that was the Honeybee to any and all extent.
Only when he sheathed the blade did her shoulders relax; already perceiving she could be faster with her knives or bow and quiver if necessary now. She committed the name to memory, for now, and then gave hers, chin lifted and slightly seditious just because. “I’m Melita.” She didn’t give any of her other monickers (even if Ludo’s menace had a nice ring to it and she approved wholeheartedly). “This is Fangorn,” pointing to the vampire gourd, who gleefully waved his vines around in greeting. “And Sila,” as the dragon wrapped her tail around the redhead’s ankles.
Only when he sheathed the blade did her shoulders relax; already perceiving she could be faster with her knives or bow and quiver if necessary now. She committed the name to memory, for now, and then gave hers, chin lifted and slightly seditious just because. “I’m Melita.” She didn’t give any of her other monickers (even if Ludo’s menace had a nice ring to it and she approved wholeheartedly). “This is Fangorn,” pointing to the vampire gourd, who gleefully waved his vines around in greeting. “And Sila,” as the dragon wrapped her tail around the redhead’s ankles.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
