Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The Honeybee wandered – content in it, as her eyes scanned the ground. Fangorn and Sila made an easy pair to saunter with – the vampire gourd at her heels, the dragon hovering near her shoulder. Between the three, she figured any of them were capable of spotting a gods damned flower in the middle of the woods.
But then there was the barking of a dog ahead, and Melita’s eyes narrowed. Nosiness compelled, though she tread lightly through brush, bracken, and leaf litter collected on the woods grounds. Weapons were ready, always at her disposal in the flick of a wrist or the tempestuous edges of her fingers – if they happened to run into someone on her shit list.
Which, turned out, was sort of the truth. She snorted, quite loudly, as she recognized the voice upon their approach to the tent, and she sidled herself right in view of the opening, so if and when he heard her voice, it’d potentially snap him to attention. “Nice to know you’re alive,” she announced – arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed, trying not to let the bitterness and rancor flow through.
But then there was the barking of a dog ahead, and Melita’s eyes narrowed. Nosiness compelled, though she tread lightly through brush, bracken, and leaf litter collected on the woods grounds. Weapons were ready, always at her disposal in the flick of a wrist or the tempestuous edges of her fingers – if they happened to run into someone on her shit list.
Which, turned out, was sort of the truth. She snorted, quite loudly, as she recognized the voice upon their approach to the tent, and she sidled herself right in view of the opening, so if and when he heard her voice, it’d potentially snap him to attention. “Nice to know you’re alive,” she announced – arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed, trying not to let the bitterness and rancor flow through.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
