Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Unaware of the intention behind the motions, the words, she just waited – one brow arching, teeth biting against the toast. There were times for her fire and wrath, vengeful and swift, incensed and without pause, but his grief hadn’t been one of those moments. Or at least, what she presumed – and it would likely only have served as another line drawn in the sand, or loam, between them. She’d learned, in some manners and experiences, that flames weren’t the answer to everything – sometimes far too consuming, leaving nothing in their wake.
Surely he stood for more than naught.
So Melita sat in the silence, waiting it all out instead of filling it with diatribes or empty threats. Instead, she pilfered through her bag and sought to amuse Goose with a demigod imprinted duck – this one had been designated to look like a piece of driftwood – and tossed it towards the dog. While Fangorn and Sila munched on their designated portion of eggs and toast, she persisted too, only drawing her attention back to him on his laughter. Brows furrowing, uncertain what had inspired the sound, her head jerked towards him again. “Why would you try to hide it? You know how many I’ve lost.” She wouldn’t have shamed or tormented him. She might’ve shown him other things to do besides wallow – but he’d chosen the marked path and shoved himself into thorns. "I wouldn't have held any of that against you."
Surely he stood for more than naught.
So Melita sat in the silence, waiting it all out instead of filling it with diatribes or empty threats. Instead, she pilfered through her bag and sought to amuse Goose with a demigod imprinted duck – this one had been designated to look like a piece of driftwood – and tossed it towards the dog. While Fangorn and Sila munched on their designated portion of eggs and toast, she persisted too, only drawing her attention back to him on his laughter. Brows furrowing, uncertain what had inspired the sound, her head jerked towards him again. “Why would you try to hide it? You know how many I’ve lost.” She wouldn’t have shamed or tormented him. She might’ve shown him other things to do besides wallow – but he’d chosen the marked path and shoved himself into thorns. "I wouldn't have held any of that against you."
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
