Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita could remember being oblivious. Gods, it was nice. And unfortunately, she had to wreck his. He seemed awfully young and peaceful, tranquil; in the serenity of his surroundings. The demigod had enough trepidation within her to slip the slightest grimace behind her smile, a long sigh unfurling at his very calm, poised, and dignified meandering through plant life. Nodding at the recognition of her existence, her grin tightened. “I am. I led the dodgeball game here for a bit – well, until Vesper and Iskra started punching each other.” At which she rolled her eyes, even if it was half in affection.
Nonetheless, she edged her way forward, fingers idly going towards some berry bushes, eyes surveying the enormous plethora of blackberries laden there. “That’s kinda sorta what I’m here about. Ludo has disappeared. Mort spoke to me about it.” Heaving another long breath and trying to quantify everything into simpler matters, she snagged at one fruit and avoided the thorns. “Were you at the Peepholes, when there were the glowing lights and weird dreams?” That would make explaining some portions much easier. Though, if not, Melita was prepared to be a little long-winded.
Nonetheless, she edged her way forward, fingers idly going towards some berry bushes, eyes surveying the enormous plethora of blackberries laden there. “That’s kinda sorta what I’m here about. Ludo has disappeared. Mort spoke to me about it.” Heaving another long breath and trying to quantify everything into simpler matters, she snagged at one fruit and avoided the thorns. “Were you at the Peepholes, when there were the glowing lights and weird dreams?” That would make explaining some portions much easier. Though, if not, Melita was prepared to be a little long-winded.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
