Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The young dragon, shy and apprehensive but working through those emotions, gave a high-pitched screech at the mention of her existence. Melita raised one hand to scratch at the fledgling’s head and bronze scales, voice carrying its proud demeanor and depiction in the quick syllables. “Sila.”
Her brow arched at the designation of Frey sending him on a search for…rocks. But sure enough, she was intrigued by the semblances, glancing down at the pumice, granite, and more. He needed to find more color and distinctions, but those were her preferences, and not a deity’s. “Ah. What are you trying to get?” She figured: some manner of an item in return for his work.
As for her actions? The Honeybee snorted. “Was seeing if there was snow out here too. Never seen anything like it in Torchline.”
Her brow arched at the designation of Frey sending him on a search for…rocks. But sure enough, she was intrigued by the semblances, glancing down at the pumice, granite, and more. He needed to find more color and distinctions, but those were her preferences, and not a deity’s. “Ah. What are you trying to get?” She figured: some manner of an item in return for his work.
As for her actions? The Honeybee snorted. “Was seeing if there was snow out here too. Never seen anything like it in Torchline.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
