Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita had been looking forward to Leafchange on her usual abundance of reasons; but mostly coordinated time with Iskra and the general spookiness of Ludo’s season, with its trickery and silliness. Only this one seemed to have backfired tremendously on her. If she didn’t have the traumatic lightning and death experience, she probably would’ve enjoyed the sparks sizzling in the sky, amidst the clouds, then subsequent shrieking. Instead, it had her on edge, jumpy, apprehensive, rankled.
So she steered the Firecracker carefully over the boundaries of sea, salt, and surf, tending to the air and rising above the precipitation, avoiding it entirely when she saw flickers out of the corner of her eye. Placing her excitement, her jubilation, into the motions of their fast, impending speed meant they were that much faster and abrupt when landing upon the sunken Stormbreak, peering over as she slowed and found somewhere to lend the skyship into port. “Huh. Whole new setup,” she whistled, deliberately not looking upward and grabbing two very silly hats for both of them from the packs stored away. “For you! Just in case.” Handing over what could only be described as a mini-umbrella situated on the top of a large sunhat, she let Iskra have the choice of hues before grabbing her bag and scurrying down the rope ladder with Sila in pursuit and Fangorn on her shoulder. The chatter persisted, nervous not for the sake of them, but the gods-damned weather, and she only loosened a breath when she made it onto the ground and the skies hadn’t opened up to the sound of screams or another zigzag motion.
Hoisting her bag further, she revealed some portions of her plans with a grin. “Okay, so I thought we could either do an animal bingo as we look around,” of which she’d already rigged the most ridiculous cards imaginable, “orrrr in honor of the season, tell ghost stories!” Waiting for him to decide, because either was going to result in their usual chaos, she then meandered over to a makeshift map, trying to figure out the coordinates and available areas nowadays.
So she steered the Firecracker carefully over the boundaries of sea, salt, and surf, tending to the air and rising above the precipitation, avoiding it entirely when she saw flickers out of the corner of her eye. Placing her excitement, her jubilation, into the motions of their fast, impending speed meant they were that much faster and abrupt when landing upon the sunken Stormbreak, peering over as she slowed and found somewhere to lend the skyship into port. “Huh. Whole new setup,” she whistled, deliberately not looking upward and grabbing two very silly hats for both of them from the packs stored away. “For you! Just in case.” Handing over what could only be described as a mini-umbrella situated on the top of a large sunhat, she let Iskra have the choice of hues before grabbing her bag and scurrying down the rope ladder with Sila in pursuit and Fangorn on her shoulder. The chatter persisted, nervous not for the sake of them, but the gods-damned weather, and she only loosened a breath when she made it onto the ground and the skies hadn’t opened up to the sound of screams or another zigzag motion.
Hoisting her bag further, she revealed some portions of her plans with a grin. “Okay, so I thought we could either do an animal bingo as we look around,” of which she’d already rigged the most ridiculous cards imaginable, “orrrr in honor of the season, tell ghost stories!” Waiting for him to decide, because either was going to result in their usual chaos, she then meandered over to a makeshift map, trying to figure out the coordinates and available areas nowadays.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
