Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Ah, the sword wasn’t one she utilized often – much more apt for the staff, bow, knives, or punching someone. Or any of the magic now at her disposal, but thus far it usually meant she ended up taking a brief nap or despairing her counterparts with rubber ducks. “How about the staff then?” She retrieved Siabhran from the depths of her bag, as if the blackened, Stygian looking thing wasn’t a beast of its own accord. “I can help if you haven’t used it before.” And unlike Zavien, Melita had zero druthers about beating anyone to a pulp – genders not mattering. Equal opportunity for destruction.
She glanced at the offered place, before presuming if anything untowardly happened, Fangorn and Sila could guard her bag. So she settled the assortments there, and the gourd and dragon obliged with eager chirps and grumbles, before she slid back into the training pit.
Not used to anything too formal, as she used the whatever environment she inhabited at the time, she huffed a little to herself. “Yeah, ready,” taking her own stance to combat whatever means he wanted to use. “Go for it.”
She glanced at the offered place, before presuming if anything untowardly happened, Fangorn and Sila could guard her bag. So she settled the assortments there, and the gourd and dragon obliged with eager chirps and grumbles, before she slid back into the training pit.
Not used to anything too formal, as she used the whatever environment she inhabited at the time, she huffed a little to herself. “Yeah, ready,” taking her own stance to combat whatever means he wanted to use. “Go for it.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
