Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The Honeybee didn’t have the attention span or focus to be a great, grand orator or storyteller, so Sohalia would unfortunately be left to her own imagination on the roots and segments of a blown up bone monster, and the aftermath surrounding it. Glancing back at the shrine though, ensuring the water still remained there, she eventually gave way to the younger woman’s other questions.
Arching her brow, she refrained (look, more personal growth) from mentioning how badly the Hollowed Grounds fucking sucked, and meandered back to notions of partiality. “Well, I live in Torchline, so that place is my favorite.” Eyes lingered on the canopies surrounding them, nose wrinkling as she catered to other thoughts. “Frey’s Breath is really awesome, because it has a bunch of rainbows and rocks. And the Crimson Cataract, because everything is red and neat…” She paused again, mind working overtime to circumvent each place she’d traveled and traversed. “King’s End is cool too. Like the Boondocks, and Mourn.”
Arching her brow, she refrained (look, more personal growth) from mentioning how badly the Hollowed Grounds fucking sucked, and meandered back to notions of partiality. “Well, I live in Torchline, so that place is my favorite.” Eyes lingered on the canopies surrounding them, nose wrinkling as she catered to other thoughts. “Frey’s Breath is really awesome, because it has a bunch of rainbows and rocks. And the Crimson Cataract, because everything is red and neat…” She paused again, mind working overtime to circumvent each place she’d traveled and traversed. “King’s End is cool too. Like the Boondocks, and Mourn.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
