Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
There was a huff of a sigh embedded in there somewhere, though she didn’t stay in its breadth for long; machinations, while often scarce, were already multiplying by the moment, unrelenting in their chaotic opportunities. The explanation gave her a light pause, considerations volleying and rallying. “Oh, we have people like that too. Where they just use and abuse others?” She almost asked why he’d bothered, but then remembering her own predicament, cast a frown for them both. “Is there a way to get them something so they don’t need your sister?” Kill two birds with one stone and all that? “I can always wander around the market for you too.” Like last time, with the pastries. And probably find a couple of those as well, while she was at it.
Thereafter though, the inquiry ensured her eyes were bits of gold and ember; an eager inferno to catch and spread. Her tones were bitter, laced with some acidic quality that hadn’t been heard or reverberated upon in quite some time. “Helped a god with massacring a lot of people in our old land.” And oh look, was the same thing happening again, considering the way Kiada had embroiled and ingratiated herself with the Voice? So much for learning from any actions or mistakes.
Thereafter though, the inquiry ensured her eyes were bits of gold and ember; an eager inferno to catch and spread. Her tones were bitter, laced with some acidic quality that hadn’t been heard or reverberated upon in quite some time. “Helped a god with massacring a lot of people in our old land.” And oh look, was the same thing happening again, considering the way Kiada had embroiled and ingratiated herself with the Voice? So much for learning from any actions or mistakes.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
