Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She still sat stubbornly, a headstrong and bullheaded fixture of red and gold, pulled into herself while he lectured. And while now she might be able to agree, her actions had resounded across the Tundra, and Caido-wide with the broadcast, and by now it was far too late to do much of anything except dig her heels in and watch the flames erupt.
In parts, she knew he was right. What they’d done was a foolish and emboldened front that did nearly nothing except get almost everyone killed. The only success had been the yeti’s damnation, and even then the victory had been hollow. “I know,” she sighed and relinquished eventually, though it was difficult and came through clenched jaws and molten viewpoints. “Do we have a big plan now?” Because they still felt disorganized – on semblances of trying to find their stakes while others refused to participate any longer. “We can’t even fucking meet without someone listening in.”
In parts, she knew he was right. What they’d done was a foolish and emboldened front that did nearly nothing except get almost everyone killed. The only success had been the yeti’s damnation, and even then the victory had been hollow. “I know,” she sighed and relinquished eventually, though it was difficult and came through clenched jaws and molten viewpoints. “Do we have a big plan now?” Because they still felt disorganized – on semblances of trying to find their stakes while others refused to participate any longer. “We can’t even fucking meet without someone listening in.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
