[SE] Guess bein' happy is just easier said than done

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

The lightest bloom of amusement peeked over her mouth the moment Goose snagged at the duck – though it seemed to dissipate just as rapidly as Iskra began maneuvering around again, starting back on his melancholic voyage. Her brows furrowed briefly, and she broke off more of the food, before grabbing at multiple canteens and tossing him one – fighting the urgency to roll her eyes. Instead, she shrugged, not giving into the weight of being of the utmost caliber. “You just haven’t seen the not-so-strong moments.” She’d had her own wallowing long ago when her family died – save for Sunjata, and he was a whole other can of worms – or when she’d perished too. She simply didn’t let many see it, nor let it stop her from committing to her goals, ambitions, and purpose.

Maybe Iskra had simply forgotten what his was.

Then she snorted, loud and clear, at the last statement. “I guess it’s a good thing you don’t determine how I spend my time then.”

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life