Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Content with the end result, except she’d been intending to also steal Iskra’s shirt, she didn’t bother hiding her amusement with the antics, eternally delighted with the sprigs of chaos flickering here and there. Downright inspired really; she and Goose would get along just fine.
So while Fangorn waved his vines about at the dog, and intentionally pretended to snag at the duck, Sila floated upward, before landing in the Honeybee’s lap as she opted to sit down next to Iskra – eyes narrowing on closer inspection. If he noticed he was being scrutinized, as she wasn’t hiding it well, then so be it; head tilting vaguely and running over tattoos she hadn’t deciphered yet.
Broken out of her notions by his glance at her companions, she snorted. Pointing at the vampire gourd, she at least admitted what everyone else already knew. “He’s the brains of the operation,” and the most reasonable out of the three of them – because gods knew it wasn’t going to be her. Stroking over Sila’s bronze scales, she grinned again. “And she’s shy, but very clever too. Grown and matured a lot.” Humming a little, she tracked antics of dog and pumpkin, contemplating and considering – but ending up with teasing notions instead. “You could always get yourself a unicorn.”
So while Fangorn waved his vines about at the dog, and intentionally pretended to snag at the duck, Sila floated upward, before landing in the Honeybee’s lap as she opted to sit down next to Iskra – eyes narrowing on closer inspection. If he noticed he was being scrutinized, as she wasn’t hiding it well, then so be it; head tilting vaguely and running over tattoos she hadn’t deciphered yet.
Broken out of her notions by his glance at her companions, she snorted. Pointing at the vampire gourd, she at least admitted what everyone else already knew. “He’s the brains of the operation,” and the most reasonable out of the three of them – because gods knew it wasn’t going to be her. Stroking over Sila’s bronze scales, she grinned again. “And she’s shy, but very clever too. Grown and matured a lot.” Humming a little, she tracked antics of dog and pumpkin, contemplating and considering – but ending up with teasing notions instead. “You could always get yourself a unicorn.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
