Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Ronin knew Melita well, because the moment the opportunity struck, she held fast to “The Falling,” loudly, scattering a few birds nearby. She’d seen the high cliffs and the rolling tides below from their last skyport venture, and curiosity had reared its wild child head quickly. If anything, she could always send Sila to wander over the waves, and send back any notice of things shifting below there.
Like monsters or a floating pair of slippers. Whatever worked.
She shifted her gaze back to Maeve, to see if she agreed, and then figured she’d probably do it with or without her anyway. Besides, Silk Houses didn’t sound all that intriguing to the Honeybee.
Like monsters or a floating pair of slippers. Whatever worked.
She shifted her gaze back to Maeve, to see if she agreed, and then figured she’d probably do it with or without her anyway. Besides, Silk Houses didn’t sound all that intriguing to the Honeybee.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
