Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita had been roaming the Greatwood far more as of late – assisting Maeve, meeting with Ronin, catching up on snowy, ivory-varnished experiences she’d missed in all the other iterations and interactions along winter’s touch. The Fae’s notice board had intrigued her (mostly because what did they need all those pieces for?), and though she’d never met Juniper, the youth proceeded and paraded with little rue or regret towards the Sea of Branches.
Half-tempted to admire the rushing water, she didn’t forget her cause and course, presiding soon before the embassy with wide eyes and Fangorn at her side. Smuggler by occupation and a ridiculously impulsive, reckless, unrelenting little force by any other stretch, a place of diplomats and sanctity had never been a threshold she’d pressed within. Shown the way by others, arms interwoven over Fangorn in front of her chest, weapons all over her frame by way of habit (and no one was going to tell her otherwise), the Accepted eventually came towards the conference area. Head twisting and turning, gilded eyes inspecting, she only lifted them briefly to gaze upon the Fae – very different from Delah. “Hello. I’m Melita.” A pause, pondering over other notions, wondering if she should offer a hand or if there were other customs. “You must be Juniper?”
Half-tempted to admire the rushing water, she didn’t forget her cause and course, presiding soon before the embassy with wide eyes and Fangorn at her side. Smuggler by occupation and a ridiculously impulsive, reckless, unrelenting little force by any other stretch, a place of diplomats and sanctity had never been a threshold she’d pressed within. Shown the way by others, arms interwoven over Fangorn in front of her chest, weapons all over her frame by way of habit (and no one was going to tell her otherwise), the Accepted eventually came towards the conference area. Head twisting and turning, gilded eyes inspecting, she only lifted them briefly to gaze upon the Fae – very different from Delah. “Hello. I’m Melita.” A pause, pondering over other notions, wondering if she should offer a hand or if there were other customs. “You must be Juniper?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
