Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
If she noticed the trembling in his hands, the layer of nerves and apprehension, she didn’t say anything about it. There was no shame in trepidation, not in the midst of the unknown, and he’d done better than most likely ever would. With the bird gone, not much else was around to feed her curiosity though, and they’d had enough adventure for one day. “Want to head back?” She placed hers into the satchel along her shoulder, gently, carefully, as she could.
A hum started under her breath as she began to twist and turn from the way they’d come. Melita opted not to extend anything on the notion of writing either, though an offer volleyed along her tongue, but she had no intention of offending. Instead, her steps were light and airy again, Fangorn hastening after her as he often did. “Maybe I’ll try them in my quiver. Be nice to see what happens if they are poisonous.” A grin slid over her features, slightly feral and definitely savage, the bounce in her stride maintaining the untamed semblances.
A hum started under her breath as she began to twist and turn from the way they’d come. Melita opted not to extend anything on the notion of writing either, though an offer volleyed along her tongue, but she had no intention of offending. Instead, her steps were light and airy again, Fangorn hastening after her as he often did. “Maybe I’ll try them in my quiver. Be nice to see what happens if they are poisonous.” A grin slid over her features, slightly feral and definitely savage, the bounce in her stride maintaining the untamed semblances.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
