Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn gave a rumbling growl and displayed all his vampire gourd prowess by revealing his fangs – glorifying his eerie and enigmatic existence by trying to tag the dog with his vines. Maybe he could scare the canine into dropping it.
Meanwhile – Melita had always considered Sila a portion, a reminder, of home - of Dragon’s Throat with leather wings outstretched above, pockets of an oasis, and crimson sand. Torchline would never be the same, that much she knew and understood, but it was pieces and portions reminiscent of things she couldn’t have again. And so her bronze companion was too; potent and lethal but quiet, waiting for opportunities, eager for when the moment struck. Except Sila was sweet where Melita had been rancorous and bitter; filling in the holes and gaps for greater, grander things.
Giving the little dragon another stroke on her head, the Honeybee watched the antics, but then arched a brow in Iskra’s direction as he seemed to barrel off and away – uncertain as to why, but blinking it aside. Maybe she’d done something to offend. Wouldn’t be the first or the last time. Shrugging inwardly, perhaps to make herself feel better about the interaction, her head tilted again, regarding him as he roamed around. “Eh, a little, but not my favorite mode of travel.” Unless it was on something big and scary and she could intimidate a whole lot by driving through crowds with it. “I still prefer the skyboat method. But I have a little anklet I got from the Fae ages ago so I can travel on water too.” By foot; skimming over the surface as if she owned the place. To which she proudly grinned, enjoying sedition against the laws of physics.
Meanwhile – Melita had always considered Sila a portion, a reminder, of home - of Dragon’s Throat with leather wings outstretched above, pockets of an oasis, and crimson sand. Torchline would never be the same, that much she knew and understood, but it was pieces and portions reminiscent of things she couldn’t have again. And so her bronze companion was too; potent and lethal but quiet, waiting for opportunities, eager for when the moment struck. Except Sila was sweet where Melita had been rancorous and bitter; filling in the holes and gaps for greater, grander things.
Giving the little dragon another stroke on her head, the Honeybee watched the antics, but then arched a brow in Iskra’s direction as he seemed to barrel off and away – uncertain as to why, but blinking it aside. Maybe she’d done something to offend. Wouldn’t be the first or the last time. Shrugging inwardly, perhaps to make herself feel better about the interaction, her head tilted again, regarding him as he roamed around. “Eh, a little, but not my favorite mode of travel.” Unless it was on something big and scary and she could intimidate a whole lot by driving through crowds with it. “I still prefer the skyboat method. But I have a little anklet I got from the Fae ages ago so I can travel on water too.” By foot; skimming over the surface as if she owned the place. To which she proudly grinned, enjoying sedition against the laws of physics.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
