Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Well, that was unfortunate in Melita’s eyes, but then again, she figured most Ancients would eventually have that ability anyway – seemed to be somewhat of a staple for them. Unbothered by all the blood stains and such, the Honeybee shrugged, snagging at her quiver of arrows and drawing the elemental fire from it. It flared and flickered, one of her favorite portions and pieces, as she drew it along her bow.
Within a moment, she’d notched and let it fly – watching as it arced gracefully before plunging into the decimated creature, searing it almost immediately. It would take a little longer for it to be completely consumed into ash and bone, but nonetheless, a satisfying outcome. “Thanks for the help,” she offered. “I’m Melita,” realizing that amidst all the shared devastation and ruin, they hadn’t actually introduced themselves.
Within a moment, she’d notched and let it fly – watching as it arced gracefully before plunging into the decimated creature, searing it almost immediately. It would take a little longer for it to be completely consumed into ash and bone, but nonetheless, a satisfying outcome. “Thanks for the help,” she offered. “I’m Melita,” realizing that amidst all the shared devastation and ruin, they hadn’t actually introduced themselves.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
