[Training] In the dark of the night

Melita

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

Melita arched a brow at the residual tones of bitterness; but didn’t bother asking what the hell it was about. Maea’s rancor could’ve been directed at semblance after semblance, rumination after rumination, given her inclinations towards Sunjata and the rest of the token party. It wasn’t the youth’s responsibility to tend to the moods either; as mercurial and tempestuous as she was, perhaps Maea ought to have considered herself lucky that this training was even occurring. She tilted her head and sneered in return though, for the aforementioned glare. I could end you sang in between her eyes. With minimal ease, if savagery and the elemental haze in her quiver was anything to go by.

Unaware, and likely indifferent to the other modicums of Maea’s inward dilemmas, the honeybee watched as yet another volley sailed. At the very least she finally hit the center, but the arrow itself broke, snapped, leaving Melita to shrug. “It’s fine. I can make more.” Mere training implements and naught more; she’d snapped her own fair share. “At least you found the middle this time.” Improvements, and all that. She drew back hers again, cool and precise, and listened to the singsong ease as it whipped through the air, as it solidified a hushed decibel of prowess. Another promise to the Ascended, as it whistled and hit, pummeling boulders and then dropping off the surface.

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