Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The voice might have shocked her, had she not been accustomed to it before. With all three of them rustling along the canals, she simply stopped, peering down at Hadama, a wrinkle to her nose, vexed. “Yeah – but what would adequately say ‘fuck you’?” While still in present form? A gift that meant the other person would live to see the next day? It was already far too complicated than Melita would like to admit.
But there were proper greetings to attend to – so she lowered to a crouch, permitting Sila to land on her shoulder while Fangorn bobbed about her ankle, waving his vines in a customary show of bemusements and salutations. “Hello Hadama.” A pause, grimacing a little when she realized proper introductions had never coursed through. “Oh, sorry. This is Sila!” The hatchling unfurled a few puffs of smoke, like wild little plumes, before tucking her face amidst Melita’s curtain of untamed, crimson locks. “Are you looking for something in the market too?”
But there were proper greetings to attend to – so she lowered to a crouch, permitting Sila to land on her shoulder while Fangorn bobbed about her ankle, waving his vines in a customary show of bemusements and salutations. “Hello Hadama.” A pause, grimacing a little when she realized proper introductions had never coursed through. “Oh, sorry. This is Sila!” The hatchling unfurled a few puffs of smoke, like wild little plumes, before tucking her face amidst Melita’s curtain of untamed, crimson locks. “Are you looking for something in the market too?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
