Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn, to his credit, didn’t participate. Still inherently loyal to his own kind, the gourd grumbled and rumbled to each of the approaching fauna; likely trying to fend them off, to warn them before it was too late. Nonetheless, it didn’t seem to matter. His omens fell on deaf ears, for they continued to advance in a most ridiculous, audacious way, semblances of growls and hisses. Melita could hear her beloved companion sigh, and all she could proffer in exchange was a shrug.
They’d tried.
Her grin deepened as the challenge persisted; a tie for the moment. Another massive beast launched her way, and in one crack of her staff, its rally became short-lived – descending in a mass of angry, sputtering vitriol into the abyss below. “Four! And I suppose!” She called, readying her armament for another advance.
They’d tried.
Her grin deepened as the challenge persisted; a tie for the moment. Another massive beast launched her way, and in one crack of her staff, its rally became short-lived – descending in a mass of angry, sputtering vitriol into the abyss below. “Four! And I suppose!” She called, readying her armament for another advance.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
