Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Gifts of weaponry were always a fond favorite of Melita’s, so she granted another whimsical smile at the notion. Thereafter though, as the tie came into place, her attention diverted back to the pumpkins and potential for food. “It’s delicious! Textures a little weird. But muffins, or cookies, are wonderful too.” She wrinkled her nose for a moment, gazing out over the mist. How many had they potentially wasted? Fangorn grumbled something, likely not complimentary, and her eyes swept over to a large, incoming gourd – because these fools weren’t letting up.
“This one can be for baking then!” She declared, raising her staff in triumph, and as the vampire cretin launched, so did she, whacking it until it fell headlong into the thickets and long grass, rather than over the top of the falls. “Grab it!”
“This one can be for baking then!” She declared, raising her staff in triumph, and as the vampire cretin launched, so did she, whacking it until it fell headlong into the thickets and long grass, rather than over the top of the falls. “Grab it!”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
