Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously- but mostly because the world had taught her to be arranged in such a way. Torchline, especially, where trust only got one so far. “Are they related to one another? Or have to do with something in particular?” Why all the research on storms if there wasn’t a nuance brewing, a tempest boiling? She wondered just how far this information would go, why it mattered, or how much significance it bore – especially theirs, considering how little came of it.
Her hand flexed over the wooden handle of her staff, fingers drumming, biding her time as he began to jot things down on his notebook. For a moment she stood on her tiptoes, striving to peer over, to investigate all the finer details. “We found some cloud wyrms tied together, and we couldn’t get to them.” Even now it seemed sad and stifling, and her eyes ghosted elsewhere. “And then ghost whales were there, and attacked the ship.” And her uncle; but he’d been foolish enough to be in the water in the first place.
Her hand flexed over the wooden handle of her staff, fingers drumming, biding her time as he began to jot things down on his notebook. For a moment she stood on her tiptoes, striving to peer over, to investigate all the finer details. “We found some cloud wyrms tied together, and we couldn’t get to them.” Even now it seemed sad and stifling, and her eyes ghosted elsewhere. “And then ghost whales were there, and attacked the ship.” And her uncle; but he’d been foolish enough to be in the water in the first place.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
