Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She’d be inclined to agree with his sentiment, out of loyalty alone, but settled for a very Cheshire grin instead. Her smile stayed there as she watched him become far more animated – portions of the old Iskra, under all those layers of grief and guilt, resting her elbows on her knees as her hands cupped her chin. That had been her friend all those years ago, before running and floundering and suffering and whatever else they had done in the interim. She wouldn’t trade any portions of him away – they all changed, evolved, alternated from what they’d been; experiences chiseled and carved and found niches within ribcages that could only be whittled by wounds. But it was nice to know that beneath those boundaries, there was still a lot of light. Just had to dust off the darkness. “Thrilling and ridiculous,” she added, granting another whimsical and light laugh.
The possibilities sounded like hilarious things too; she wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about sled dog racing or ice skating, but there was some compelling manifestations in snowball fights. Eerily similar to water balloons, but probably packed more of a punch. Her mind twisted and turned on different degrees and factions – humming a little under her breath as her eyes went elsewhere, chasing down the whims of wind as she conjured and imagined all sorts of parameters. “They seemed like good folk, the last time I was there. But I’d also just helped with the whole yeti fiasco, so,” they’d probably been either alarmed, surprised, or just grateful those portions of danger had ended – even it had been a complete disaster. She hadn’t stayed long either – just enough time for her uncle to revive Zavien, snag at Alys’s unfortunate companion, and breeze out. “I could see where they’d need a bit of fun though.” Especially in that place – not for its lack of things, but the downright cold.
Or maybe she was just used to the warmth of Torchline; spoiled by it all.
Not thinking he’d overstepped at all, she considered her options. “I’ll think about it.” Opting to peruse further bedlam, she teased and taunted from afar – tilting her head a fraction so her gilded gaze rested back on him – probably a cause for concern on the impending offer. “I have my own skyboat now too. Let me know if you ever want a ride somewhere.” Or if he had a deathwish.
The possibilities sounded like hilarious things too; she wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about sled dog racing or ice skating, but there was some compelling manifestations in snowball fights. Eerily similar to water balloons, but probably packed more of a punch. Her mind twisted and turned on different degrees and factions – humming a little under her breath as her eyes went elsewhere, chasing down the whims of wind as she conjured and imagined all sorts of parameters. “They seemed like good folk, the last time I was there. But I’d also just helped with the whole yeti fiasco, so,” they’d probably been either alarmed, surprised, or just grateful those portions of danger had ended – even it had been a complete disaster. She hadn’t stayed long either – just enough time for her uncle to revive Zavien, snag at Alys’s unfortunate companion, and breeze out. “I could see where they’d need a bit of fun though.” Especially in that place – not for its lack of things, but the downright cold.
Or maybe she was just used to the warmth of Torchline; spoiled by it all.
Not thinking he’d overstepped at all, she considered her options. “I’ll think about it.” Opting to peruse further bedlam, she teased and taunted from afar – tilting her head a fraction so her gilded gaze rested back on him – probably a cause for concern on the impending offer. “I have my own skyboat now too. Let me know if you ever want a ride somewhere.” Or if he had a deathwish.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
