Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The idea seemed silly, impetuous, ridiculous, and altogether probably very stupid. Which was why Melita adhered to it quickly, efficiently, every fiber in her being indulgent in the notion of a chase. “Maybe.” And perhaps it was something to hunt, befriend, or just glance upon, as they so often did when spying upon creatures new and foreign to them. Whether or not it was inherently dangerous wasn’t anything that bothered the honeybee youth either.
Her eyes went to his net, pondering. He was far larger than she, and likely would make far more noise – ensuring their curiosity wouldn’t be sated, and the bird would take flight well before they could find anything more. “I can climb,” she offered instead. She’d done it for a long, long time – either from hiding, from surviving, or restlessly toying in and amongst canopies, boughs, and eaves.
The youth’s weapons stayed with her, but Fangorn would be forced to remain at the bottom of the tree – a little growl forming at the base of his being. She arched a brow and said nothing more, before beginning to clamber up as stealthily as possible. “I can try and make it come towards you, if you want?” She thought after a moment, head tossed over her shoulder, the whisper low and Cheshire all at once.
Her eyes went to his net, pondering. He was far larger than she, and likely would make far more noise – ensuring their curiosity wouldn’t be sated, and the bird would take flight well before they could find anything more. “I can climb,” she offered instead. She’d done it for a long, long time – either from hiding, from surviving, or restlessly toying in and amongst canopies, boughs, and eaves.
The youth’s weapons stayed with her, but Fangorn would be forced to remain at the bottom of the tree – a little growl forming at the base of his being. She arched a brow and said nothing more, before beginning to clamber up as stealthily as possible. “I can try and make it come towards you, if you want?” She thought after a moment, head tossed over her shoulder, the whisper low and Cheshire all at once.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
