Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
There were always Torchline citizens scuttling about in the mornings – some loading up ships upon the docks, some peeling away the protective coverings of their kiosks in the market, and some drunken walking down the sand, until they succumbed in a patch of sunlight until the hangover was upon them. So she didn’t think much of it when the other lingered along the horizon line, until her name hastened over the sea breeze.
Sila went higher, circumventing along the air as if she were a bird, and Fangorn turned just as Melita’s head raised, arms loaded with the hollowed sticks. The crimson hair was nearly as familiar as her own, and though surprised to see the winter Warden here, she didn’t mind, greeting her with a smile. “What brings you all the way to Torchline?” Unceremoniously dropping the kindling into a pile for future burning, she picked off a few slabs of broken bits and pieces of bark off her long sleeves, before hastening attention back to Evie.
“I’m all right. You?” She’d been busy winding along strength and weaponry, along with whatever Torchline diplomacy dictated nowadays. “Been a lot of change here lately, so figured I’d do something familiar.” A shrug of her shoulders followed, before she glanced down at Fangorn, watching the gourd wave his vines at the fellow ginger. “I live by the lighthouse. Big house in the rocks.”
Sila went higher, circumventing along the air as if she were a bird, and Fangorn turned just as Melita’s head raised, arms loaded with the hollowed sticks. The crimson hair was nearly as familiar as her own, and though surprised to see the winter Warden here, she didn’t mind, greeting her with a smile. “What brings you all the way to Torchline?” Unceremoniously dropping the kindling into a pile for future burning, she picked off a few slabs of broken bits and pieces of bark off her long sleeves, before hastening attention back to Evie.
“I’m all right. You?” She’d been busy winding along strength and weaponry, along with whatever Torchline diplomacy dictated nowadays. “Been a lot of change here lately, so figured I’d do something familiar.” A shrug of her shoulders followed, before she glanced down at Fangorn, watching the gourd wave his vines at the fellow ginger. “I live by the lighthouse. Big house in the rocks.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
