(SE)(Open!) Might as Well be Walking on the Sun

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

Ships and trades; something she knew, with a glimmer of a smirk settling across her lips. They’d be sailing too, out before the monsoons, the charm upon her person, hopefully keeping the ghost whales at bay long enough for the Ark to embark, settle, and outstrip their speed. She didn’t ask what he traded for, what he wanted, what he looked over, taking a brief pause on the top of a stump. One foot outstretched, as if she was poised to leap and launch mid-thought, and then glanced, turning towards him again. “That’s a good idea. I’m part of the Ark crew.”

Then she did jump, leaping unceremoniously onto the next stump, humming under her breath all the while, kicking a tangled vine out of her path. “I’m Melita. This is Fangorn,” and the blessed gourd was once again bumbling after her, trying to stay caught up as she maneuvered. "Exploring.” With a bright, cat that got the canary grin, before ascertaining further into the thicket.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life