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

Melita

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

With plots and plans in motion, her impulsive mind spun around and around, considering and weighing out the options for impending amusements set aside in Halo. And even then, there was a brief aside of other portions, that she didn’t give voice to and promptly left unsettled in her chest. No need for enticements when there were no guarantees, even as he uttered those words and her head snapped back to him, fighting off something wayward along her cheeks and would ultimately brush off as the wind. “Careful – I’ll hold you to that,” she offered instead, a cheeky grin to cover up the other modicums.

Thereafter though, there didn’t seem to be opportunities for further sentimentalities, because Goose was on the run – with the aforementioned shirt that really had lost all merit and need by now. She could’ve helped, maybe, but instead she sat on her rock and laughed – letting it echo and willow and flare, while Sila and Fangorn grimaced.

Only as the dog became faster around limbs and brush did she finally take some pity on Iskra and snagged into her bag for another duck (light blue; very reminiscent of the ocean). Crouching and giving it a quick squeeze, so it let out a high-pitched squeak, she crooned in response, waving it around. “Over here Goose! Don’t you want this? I’ll trade you.”

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