[Training] [se] we like our fun and we never fight

Melita

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

The youth watched him for a moment, doing her own silent assessment. When nothing seemed to be lingering, as far as wounded proportions, she sauntered onward, releasing his hand and shrugging her shoulders. “More for me then,” she hummed, unbothered by the notions – but she’d take the company, landshark or not. “Thank you for the spar though,” she mentioned off-handedly, because it had been a brush up of skills, if not the best of reunions.

Then they could saunter back towards the market, out of sand and lurking notions, thoughts, and feelings of impending warfare. Instances that could be taken for what they were worth, which were infinitely more valuable than the storms brimming and brewing on the horizon.

{FIN}

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