Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn gave an appreciate grumble as his vines tangled into the reformed puddle, and Melita didn’t know what to offer. The meat sizzled and she rotated the skewer again, letting her calloused fingers slide over the metal, something grounding, something real, while the rest of the turmoil flickered to life (or death). She wasn’t even certain what to make of the situation through the shock and clarity, as it slowly edged, ebbed, and flowed around her. Nate gone. Stormbreak mauled. What it could mean for echoing eternities and the present dice cast along the world.
That hate and malice and something else she probably had yet to fathom urged Nate onward – even with family to be left behind.
How far did loyalties stretch? Where did it all begin and end?
Her features were downcast, the murmur quiet again, staring out over the lava plumes, the incendiary pieces and devices existing on earth. They didn’t need anyone or anything to light them into a fuse. “What do you think Frey wants you to do?” Because she didn’t understand it – none of it at all.
That hate and malice and something else she probably had yet to fathom urged Nate onward – even with family to be left behind.
How far did loyalties stretch? Where did it all begin and end?
Her features were downcast, the murmur quiet again, staring out over the lava plumes, the incendiary pieces and devices existing on earth. They didn’t need anyone or anything to light them into a fuse. “What do you think Frey wants you to do?” Because she didn’t understand it – none of it at all.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
