Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita had never been a quiet soul. So rampaging her way through the jungle wake, staff in hand to brush aside the branches, vines, and brambles threatening to surround her, was loud enough to signify her presence. So was her conversation between her companions, as Fangorn bobbed around by her feet, and Sila flitted around, leathery wings not quite unfurled gracefully in the midst of so much greenery. “Think it’ll be enough?”
Just what it was didn’t come to pass; though the vampire gourd grumbled lowly, vines snaking around. “True,” she pitched again, shrugging her shoulders, escorting another vine out of her way.
Glancing upward, at the shrine and not towards someone lingering in the upper boughs, she paused, contemplating. “Well, here we are,” she uttered instead, and began to reach into the bag over her shoulder. The bronze dragon was a bit more observant though, long snout reaching upwards, snagging at another unknown scent.
Just what it was didn’t come to pass; though the vampire gourd grumbled lowly, vines snaking around. “True,” she pitched again, shrugging her shoulders, escorting another vine out of her way.
Glancing upward, at the shrine and not towards someone lingering in the upper boughs, she paused, contemplating. “Well, here we are,” she uttered instead, and began to reach into the bag over her shoulder. The bronze dragon was a bit more observant though, long snout reaching upwards, snagging at another unknown scent.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
