[se] a force all its own

Melita

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

Melita lifted her gaze off of incoming gourds to survey Sah’s weaponry as he struck, and they flew – zigzag patterns of electricity to admire and scrutinize from a safe distance. “Ooh, nice blade!” Running commentary while the pumpkins continued onward (why?) provided her with pleasant distractions, though her next wallop packed another two-for-one special as the honeybee launched another rally of movements and motions. “Eight!” A pleasant hum trilled under her breath, before her brow furrowed. “You know, we could probably use these for something.” As amusing as it was to witness the ridiculous fiends fly off the falls, and disappear into the mist, her stomach had begun to rumble, and therefore, notions of what to do with these ridiculous fiends sparked and flew. “Have you ever had pumpkin pie?” Or soup? Muffins? Cookies?

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