(SE)(Open!) Might as Well be Walking on the Sun

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

She laughed at the thought of braiding feathers in her hair – when all along she’d considered utilizing them as some means of a weapon. Not one for vanity, especially considering the state of her wild curls and clothing at the moment, she merely considered and weighed their options. Might as well make some use out of their captured occupant. “Okay, but I’ll give you some as well,” and she winked – indifferent if he’d use it for ornamental purposes or something else altogether.

Ensuring and waiting for Locke to have a firm grasp, the youth stepped forward, inhaling sharply, and exhaling slowly. Fangorn grumbled, and she didn’t heed the warning again. Instead, her hands went for some strands of plumage already half-fallen, perhaps in the process of shedding, and tugged.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life