Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita’s features were reserved into aspects of quiet contemplation (mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to anyone who made eye contact with her) and extreme distrust (yearning to grab her weapons and just start swinging).
If the courier was scared, the honeybee was downright restless, maneuvering away from the table with the remaining marbles in hand. Staring at them in her palm, she swallowed down whatever trepidation was managing to surge forth, and crossed over proportions of the room, leaving the items by the doors. As far as her questions were concerned, she had quite a few that would probably be left unanswered (for instance: hey, what’s going on?), so she aired on the side of caution, and maybe some advancement in whatever game they were playing. “How can we help you?”
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Melita leaves her marbles by the doors and asks her question.
If the courier was scared, the honeybee was downright restless, maneuvering away from the table with the remaining marbles in hand. Staring at them in her palm, she swallowed down whatever trepidation was managing to surge forth, and crossed over proportions of the room, leaving the items by the doors. As far as her questions were concerned, she had quite a few that would probably be left unanswered (for instance: hey, what’s going on?), so she aired on the side of caution, and maybe some advancement in whatever game they were playing. “How can we help you?”
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Melita leaves her marbles by the doors and asks her question.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
