Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Aurelia wouldn’t have to worry – Melita had no intentions of finishing the man off. She rather enjoyed the notion of him suffering, beleaguered by terror, by torment, by the mere thought of thinking to prey upon the Ark and its crew. If he perished from his injuries, they wouldn’t have to worry about his ilk again. If he recovered by some merciful moments or benefactor, then he’d likely learned a valuable lesson.
The youth polished her indifference amidst the flames, and carried on without hesitation.
So instead of landing one last blow, she raced down along the docks, catching up with Aurelia, bow already tucked away, quiver banging against her back. Fangorn slid alongside, and her swift strides carried her towards her fellow crew member, until her eyes were narrowed, suspicious. “Anything tampered with?” Motioning her chin, jutting her jaw, towards the box.
Then she angled a glare at the remaining fool – in case he thought about striving for it all again.
The youth polished her indifference amidst the flames, and carried on without hesitation.
So instead of landing one last blow, she raced down along the docks, catching up with Aurelia, bow already tucked away, quiver banging against her back. Fangorn slid alongside, and her swift strides carried her towards her fellow crew member, until her eyes were narrowed, suspicious. “Anything tampered with?” Motioning her chin, jutting her jaw, towards the box.
Then she angled a glare at the remaining fool – in case he thought about striving for it all again.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
