[SE] devils in the canyon

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

“All good,” Melita shrugged, entirely unbothered. She was grateful Flora had even been on the lookout; and though her beloved companion was arguably the wisest of her demigod trio, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get hurt or lost or wandered off somewhere. She watched some other movements through the mist, listening to the distant rumblings. Fangorn called out to his fellow brethren with a wave of vines and a few responding grumbles, but otherwise it seemed relatively decent below. If a little fuckin cold. “Maybe they’ll all freeze to death,” she considered.

But then it was story time, and her golden eyes became nearly luminous with all the Cheshire fancies. “The Punking. Our first years in Caido were reallllly interesting – but anyway, giant ass vampire gourd.” She expanded her arms to indicate the enormity of it all, even if her span would never truly encompass the gigantic creature. “We had to stop it from getting into the Greatwood and spreading the Blight.” The memories conjured, though nearly disastrous for some, had been a highlight of her ventures, and she cackled with delight. “Your father flew me around as a lion, while I shot arrows at it. Rexanna was almost squished, but we made it out all right.” And the plague hadn’t spread – unlike whatever infectious shit was still going on here.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life