Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Plopping her hat on top of her bounty of crimson, it too would’ve looked like fire, save for the ridiculous umbrella sported from overhead in a radiant pink. Likely meant to look like sunsets, it now just stood out as something to clearly identify Melita from a long ways off if Iskra somehow lost her amidst the area. Turning to glance back his way as he placed his own, she hid a laugh behind her hand, though it was spoiled from the giggles spilling outward thereafter. “Very dashing. Really brings out your eyes.”
Waiting for Goose to come out, at the agreement of things to do and accomplish, she grabbed hold of her bag. Fangorn and Sila had long since arranged themselves either by her ankles or on her shoulder; the latter mostly in the curtain of hair to avoid any rain on her fiery being. The gourd seemed wholly unbothered, but perhaps that was from life in the Grounds once upon a time, and learning to survive, and thrive, in just about every chaotic situation.
Taking a breath, keeping herself busy so that her pulse wasn’t racing and competing with apprehension and excitement, she nodded. “Fine by me!” came on a chirp as she handed over a bingo card to him – of which several would clearly say something like ‘catch a child licking an enclosure gate’, ‘animal hides in fear of us’, ‘something with feathers’, ‘ice cream’, ‘annoyed employee’, and so on. Very proud and accomplished of her fine craftmanship and details, she preened, waiting for some semblance of a reaction, before pinpointing her finger on the map, wicking away some of the moisture with her finger. “Where do you want to start?”
Waiting for Goose to come out, at the agreement of things to do and accomplish, she grabbed hold of her bag. Fangorn and Sila had long since arranged themselves either by her ankles or on her shoulder; the latter mostly in the curtain of hair to avoid any rain on her fiery being. The gourd seemed wholly unbothered, but perhaps that was from life in the Grounds once upon a time, and learning to survive, and thrive, in just about every chaotic situation.
Taking a breath, keeping herself busy so that her pulse wasn’t racing and competing with apprehension and excitement, she nodded. “Fine by me!” came on a chirp as she handed over a bingo card to him – of which several would clearly say something like ‘catch a child licking an enclosure gate’, ‘animal hides in fear of us’, ‘something with feathers’, ‘ice cream’, ‘annoyed employee’, and so on. Very proud and accomplished of her fine craftmanship and details, she preened, waiting for some semblance of a reaction, before pinpointing her finger on the map, wicking away some of the moisture with her finger. “Where do you want to start?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
