Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Okay,” she murmured, nose wrinkling again in her perpetually bothered state. Sometimes actions just felt like that – movement, motion, wheels spinning – but she’d rather commit to that then naught at all. Perhaps, in the meantime, they’d be able to forge or foster something else out too. Or some other event would unravel into more nonsense. The usual Caido affair.
Glancing upward, back at her uncle, she huffed and sighed, poking at the spit too. “Yeah. Maybe after LongNight?” She intended to booze it up and party on the beach during that interval of time – and she couldn’t imagine searching through forests under the constant cover of evening anyway.
Glancing upward, back at her uncle, she huffed and sighed, poking at the spit too. “Yeah. Maybe after LongNight?” She intended to booze it up and party on the beach during that interval of time – and she couldn’t imagine searching through forests under the constant cover of evening anyway.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
