Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
It seemed her presumptions had been somewhat astute, and the gilded gaze blinked once or twice, before she settled her form into a seat. Not even remotely shy, she grabbed hold of Fangorn, placing him in her lap, before her hands spiraled over a few treats, snagging at a piece of bread and some tea. The gourd’s vines reached forward, and she granted him a smaller portion that he greedily munched on, before finally addressing the matter at hand.
“You’re welcome,” she chirped. “I’m an Accepted, so I’d fit your request.” She shrugged her shoulders, eyes absentmindedly flickering over some other portions she hadn’t noticed in the embassy, before settling back upon the Fae. “But I wanted to know what it was for before I gave anything away.” Even if it was simply hair or nails or blood; wise enough now to understand how the systems always worked.
“You’re welcome,” she chirped. “I’m an Accepted, so I’d fit your request.” She shrugged her shoulders, eyes absentmindedly flickering over some other portions she hadn’t noticed in the embassy, before settling back upon the Fae. “But I wanted to know what it was for before I gave anything away.” Even if it was simply hair or nails or blood; wise enough now to understand how the systems always worked.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
