Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The name meant nothing to her, but she’d be foolish not to register it in the back of her mind, safe-keeping when dealing with strangers. Her brow arched lightly, the seditious spread of her existence remaining steadfast and defiant, eyes narrowing a fraction thereafter as he explained he was researching the storms. She turned to face him fully now, the staff in her hand bearing its familiar weight, pondering, wondering, if there was to be some sanction of a threat lingering somewhere – a finite study expressed rapidly over his presence, and then gone. “I’m Melita. What will you do with your information?” Curiosity had stoked a fine little honing mannerism in her gaze.
Otherwise, she didn’t have much of a reason to refuse him the knowledge and sanctity. “I can.” She twisted towards the sea a little more, could feel the waves along the corner of her eyes. “We didn’t get very far.”
Otherwise, she didn’t have much of a reason to refuse him the knowledge and sanctity. “I can.” She twisted towards the sea a little more, could feel the waves along the corner of her eyes. “We didn’t get very far.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
