Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The honeybee hadn’t believed the plan would work, not with Aisha’s notable skills and experience, but it’d been worth the efforts, the trial, of instigating some other heathen notions. Her grin ignited, inspired, instigated, stoking on the playful harmony of maneuvering blades and potential ruin.
Aisha gained in speed now though, and the youth swiveled, turned, and twisted, engaging her sword towards the lower sanction, catching once more, feeling the reverberations segmenting through her arm. Okay, she murmured to herself, an inward trace. I’ll show you. Then the little flame inhaled, exhaled, a sharp nuance, a growth of intellect, far more than just her usual impulsive, inherent dance. Strength in her grounding measures, in years of instilling fortitude and might, exuded her chance, her opportunity, her attempts, to push and lift back on Aisha’s munition, intending to force her upwards, wanting for her to no longer be in complete control of her own weapon.
Aisha gained in speed now though, and the youth swiveled, turned, and twisted, engaging her sword towards the lower sanction, catching once more, feeling the reverberations segmenting through her arm. Okay, she murmured to herself, an inward trace. I’ll show you. Then the little flame inhaled, exhaled, a sharp nuance, a growth of intellect, far more than just her usual impulsive, inherent dance. Strength in her grounding measures, in years of instilling fortitude and might, exuded her chance, her opportunity, her attempts, to push and lift back on Aisha’s munition, intending to force her upwards, wanting for her to no longer be in complete control of her own weapon.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
