Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Bag in hand, meat from a ramphire inside, all that was necessary now was to cook it amongst the Lava Pits. Snagging at her companion, figuring this would go better than the last time she’d ventured towards the Climb, she skipped along granite and earth, crust and mantle, seemingly unbothered by the threatening, ominous wake of the land. She rather liked it, honestly. No holds barred – it fumed and fueled, blistered and scorched – open and blunt about the dangers lurking at its seams.
Either because it embodied some portions of her soul, or she liked the notions of its angry, ferocious vestiges, she carried on after momentarily tripping over some loose shoal, shrugging her shoulders as she made her way closer to a particular pool of menacing, molten rock.
Fangorn was not a fan, and stayed relatively close to some boulders that didn’t appear near any fire, but she didn’t judge him. From her vantage point though, the youth picked a stone to sit upon, opening the satchel wide enough to retrieve the food. "It won't take that long," she promised him on a murmur.
Either because it embodied some portions of her soul, or she liked the notions of its angry, ferocious vestiges, she carried on after momentarily tripping over some loose shoal, shrugging her shoulders as she made her way closer to a particular pool of menacing, molten rock.
Fangorn was not a fan, and stayed relatively close to some boulders that didn’t appear near any fire, but she didn’t judge him. From her vantage point though, the youth picked a stone to sit upon, opening the satchel wide enough to retrieve the food. "It won't take that long," she promised him on a murmur.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
