Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Doing a curtsy and a spin for flair at the compliment, she adjusted her hat after the momentary flick of his fingers, then watched for his reaction to the bingo cards. When there didn’t seem to be any disappointment or frustration, she let her smile wage war over the apprehension clustered and coiled next to her pulse. “Aww, that was my favorite too! Or these,” tapping at hers in fondness at the ‘parent drinking’ and ‘child on leash’.
At his suggestion, her mouth rounded into a little ‘o’, then dissolved into a menacing grin, an air of authority on the subject matter as she began to stroll towards the ocean level, presuming he’d be following or alongside. “I have a charm to evade ghostwhales! Back from when the Ark couldn’t fly, and I didn’t have the Firecracker yet.” Days out on sea, waiting for the ever-present threat. “They’re freaky but cool.” If one didn’t mind potentially being gobbled up and perished, like Maea. “Couldn’t hit any of ‘em with our cannons though,” at which she wrinkled her nose; uncertain if it had to do more with her lack of precision and accuracy back in the day, or simply horrendous luck.
Only gazing upwards once or twice when a flash threatened overhead, she took another swift inhale and exhale, readying to snag at a spot in line for the magical platform. With a wink towards Iskra, she marked off one of her bingo boxes with a Ludo sticker from her pocket, pointing to a screaming child further down the lane.
At his suggestion, her mouth rounded into a little ‘o’, then dissolved into a menacing grin, an air of authority on the subject matter as she began to stroll towards the ocean level, presuming he’d be following or alongside. “I have a charm to evade ghostwhales! Back from when the Ark couldn’t fly, and I didn’t have the Firecracker yet.” Days out on sea, waiting for the ever-present threat. “They’re freaky but cool.” If one didn’t mind potentially being gobbled up and perished, like Maea. “Couldn’t hit any of ‘em with our cannons though,” at which she wrinkled her nose; uncertain if it had to do more with her lack of precision and accuracy back in the day, or simply horrendous luck.
Only gazing upwards once or twice when a flash threatened overhead, she took another swift inhale and exhale, readying to snag at a spot in line for the magical platform. With a wink towards Iskra, she marked off one of her bingo boxes with a Ludo sticker from her pocket, pointing to a screaming child further down the lane.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
