Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Fangorn is the best,” she designated with a Cheshire grin again; would’ve been all teeth and fangs had she encompassed the latter. “But more or less irritating as fuck, yeah. They like to gnaw on ankles, that sort of nonsense.” Her own gourd waved his vines around in protest; given his proclivity to save her ass on any given day, yeah, present company excluded – she reached into her pocket to give him, and Sila, a piece of jerky for the troubles.
The inquiry over Rexanna had her remembering, and realizing sometimes, that Flora had only been born well after the former Grounds Queen had long since perished. “Oh. She was a ruler of the Hollowed Grounds for a time. Really nice.” Motherly. Kind. Forgiving. Regal. There’d been no need to utter Ascended or how she’d died; the tragedy only seemed to linger in vivid memories of those who’d bore witness to the terrible and defiant LongNights – all different now from the past. No doubt Remi could see her if he wished – making Melita wonder if that was a gift or a curse.
Shrugging the motions off her shoulders entirely, she rapped her knuckles against the wooden deck, nodding along. “The usual,” well before hunting monsters had simply become happenstance and common. Her eyes roamed down to where Flora stared though, catching sight of the…well, hovering masses. “Uhhhh no.” She peered at Fangorn for a moment, but the gourd simply grumbled and rumbled. “Maybe they’re adapting and shit.”
The inquiry over Rexanna had her remembering, and realizing sometimes, that Flora had only been born well after the former Grounds Queen had long since perished. “Oh. She was a ruler of the Hollowed Grounds for a time. Really nice.” Motherly. Kind. Forgiving. Regal. There’d been no need to utter Ascended or how she’d died; the tragedy only seemed to linger in vivid memories of those who’d bore witness to the terrible and defiant LongNights – all different now from the past. No doubt Remi could see her if he wished – making Melita wonder if that was a gift or a curse.
Shrugging the motions off her shoulders entirely, she rapped her knuckles against the wooden deck, nodding along. “The usual,” well before hunting monsters had simply become happenstance and common. Her eyes roamed down to where Flora stared though, catching sight of the…well, hovering masses. “Uhhhh no.” She peered at Fangorn for a moment, but the gourd simply grumbled and rumbled. “Maybe they’re adapting and shit.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
