Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She shrugged away the response, a little perturbed there wasn’t an even exchange of information being held. Whether or not it would matter, or what it was for seemed all very vague and suspicious, but she didn’t know why and couldn’t place a finger on it. Just an unsettling feeling, a munition that had served her well in childhood and rampant youth, when naught ever seemed quite right. When every shadow was an instrument of treachery, deceit, and danger. Whether or not this would prove to be worth anything, something, or nothing would remain to be seen – and the honeybee wasn’t the patient sort of individual.
Nothing to see on his notebook anyway. Another disappointment.
Her eyes settled back on the sand as she recalled and reflected. “I don’t think so. What could have strung them together like that? I’ve never seen them stuck.” Mischievous and silly, intending to snag at treasures, but never so conformed in a way that appeared like a trap. “This is the second time I’ve experienced ghost whales attacking the Ark, in separate seasons.” With no particular rhyme or reason, save for their existence out on the open seas. Finn could make of that what he wished.
Nothing to see on his notebook anyway. Another disappointment.
Her eyes settled back on the sand as she recalled and reflected. “I don’t think so. What could have strung them together like that? I’ve never seen them stuck.” Mischievous and silly, intending to snag at treasures, but never so conformed in a way that appeared like a trap. “This is the second time I’ve experienced ghost whales attacking the Ark, in separate seasons.” With no particular rhyme or reason, save for their existence out on the open seas. Finn could make of that what he wished.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
