Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The wingbeats of Sila, and her own bonded assortments, notices within companion thoughts, were telltale signs of Sunjata’s approach. Melita granted and gave a long, illustrious sigh, uncertain how to feel with her uncle’s arrival – relieved, probably, that it wasn’t someone else, and encased with dread elsewhere, down to the tips of her fingers.
Showing none of that at his greeting, she tipped her head upwards from her log perch and lean across her knees, poking at the rotating spit again. “Hey. I’m making some sausages. Figured I could bring some to whatever festival we’re doing this time.” Fangorn made a viney wave, tendrils whipping about in the light breeze, before the Hooneybee’s gaze landed back on the Flood. “How are things?” Presuming there hadn’t been any more detrimental nuances; but she’d be doing her best to stay tucked within Torchline.
Showing none of that at his greeting, she tipped her head upwards from her log perch and lean across her knees, poking at the rotating spit again. “Hey. I’m making some sausages. Figured I could bring some to whatever festival we’re doing this time.” Fangorn made a viney wave, tendrils whipping about in the light breeze, before the Hooneybee’s gaze landed back on the Flood. “How are things?” Presuming there hadn’t been any more detrimental nuances; but she’d be doing her best to stay tucked within Torchline.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
