Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The youth managed to not roll her eyes at the insinuation – only stepping back to watch the proceedings, nodding when Maea at least matched the statement. She quietly handed her an arrow, training version, blocked at the end, from her quiver, huffing nothing into the expanse. “Try hitting that rock then,” and she jutted her chin towards a massive boulder near the Fingers’ entrance, flanked and cloaked in darkness. Melita merely did it just to see how Maea used the newfound, fledgling bow, rather than mock or tear her apart for it.
At her admiration though, the fiery honeybee arched a brow. “From the Fae.” A reward for ensuring the demise of the Punking and its unholy blight – so long, long ago it seemed. In response, she took another one of her implemented instruments, placing it along the strand, and unfurling – quick, fast, rapid, attuned to her measures and mannerisms with blunt, keen efficiency, listening to the smack as it bounded and leapt off the stone.
At her admiration though, the fiery honeybee arched a brow. “From the Fae.” A reward for ensuring the demise of the Punking and its unholy blight – so long, long ago it seemed. In response, she took another one of her implemented instruments, placing it along the strand, and unfurling – quick, fast, rapid, attuned to her measures and mannerisms with blunt, keen efficiency, listening to the smack as it bounded and leapt off the stone.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
