Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita couldn’t decide how she felt about Halo. Cold, but charming in its own way. But then still cold. But rather than shivering as they flew over the aspects of the land, she’d dug in deep for parkas, scarves, and thick mittens, determined that she couldn’t be beaten by a land.
And of course, Leafchange meant Fangorn season.
At Flora’s abrupt call, the smuggler glanced over to the Queen, brow arching, until she leaned over and saw the cluster of gourd allies and friends. Obviously not of the keen, wise, and stalwart personality of her own beloved companion, but she couldn’t help but be fond of the cretins. Shrugging her shoulders, she pondered over weapons, wondering if they’d have to maul the little guys. “Yeah, Leafchange seems to bring ‘em out everywhere.” She placed Fangorn on the edge of the wood, so he could lean down and wave with his vines to his fellow demons. “Did I ever tell you about the Punking?” A Cheshire grin flickered right over the depths of her features, before placing the pumpkin down on the deck.
And of course, Leafchange meant Fangorn season.
At Flora’s abrupt call, the smuggler glanced over to the Queen, brow arching, until she leaned over and saw the cluster of gourd allies and friends. Obviously not of the keen, wise, and stalwart personality of her own beloved companion, but she couldn’t help but be fond of the cretins. Shrugging her shoulders, she pondered over weapons, wondering if they’d have to maul the little guys. “Yeah, Leafchange seems to bring ‘em out everywhere.” She placed Fangorn on the edge of the wood, so he could lean down and wave with his vines to his fellow demons. “Did I ever tell you about the Punking?” A Cheshire grin flickered right over the depths of her features, before placing the pumpkin down on the deck.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
