Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
On one last riptide, it ended – shrieks of fury diminished, the Greatwood back into its quiet. A little anti-climactic, to the Honeybee anyway, her gaze going back and forth between will-o-wisps and the nothingness. “Delightful,” she shrugged; slightly bored and restless again now that the hunt had been extinguished. Ronin’s sudden expulsion though had her head tilting, briefly catching ‘cows are gonna eat my baby’ and mouthing the words back towards her uncle, figuring she might’ve been hearing things incorrectly, and offering him a quick wave on his way out.
But then there was Jack, and she snorted. “You absolutely do,” whether or not she’d know how to make good on that was another story. Withholding the ‘but no one died’ mantra to herself, she shrugged, taking Sunjata’s advice on a quick nod, rummaging her weapons back into normal display, already beginning to turn the conversation back into more confounding matters. “Did you hear what Ronin said…?”
[FIN]
But then there was Jack, and she snorted. “You absolutely do,” whether or not she’d know how to make good on that was another story. Withholding the ‘but no one died’ mantra to herself, she shrugged, taking Sunjata’s advice on a quick nod, rummaging her weapons back into normal display, already beginning to turn the conversation back into more confounding matters. “Did you hear what Ronin said…?”
[FIN]
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
