Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn’s warnings continued in the same maelstroms: ignored. Perhaps the gourds still thought him a traitor. Maybe they were too hellbent on destruction, mayhem, the glory of their stretch across landscapes instead of the secluded proportions of the Hollowed Grounds, that simply nothing could stop them. Not logic. Not control. Not efforts to appease.
So Melita still didn’t feel bad, as two more slunk along, hissing, grumbling, unveiling their fangs, as if poised to decimate. With a lovely little hum stirring under her breath, she brought back her staff, and in similar motions from before, clobbered two at the same time. They sailed through the air and into the mist, disappearing in between curtains of fog. “Six!” She announced with that same grin, not yielding to Sah’s challenge; the provocations remaining an unfurled demolition and resolve.
So Melita still didn’t feel bad, as two more slunk along, hissing, grumbling, unveiling their fangs, as if poised to decimate. With a lovely little hum stirring under her breath, she brought back her staff, and in similar motions from before, clobbered two at the same time. They sailed through the air and into the mist, disappearing in between curtains of fog. “Six!” She announced with that same grin, not yielding to Sah’s challenge; the provocations remaining an unfurled demolition and resolve.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
