Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The mention of the Ascended brought something into her skull, thinking of Nate. “I thought you already banned them from the Greatwood?” She understood the convictions of the Fae – but perhaps she’d misunderstood – pondering, wondering, how many times the Ascended hadn’t care, or bombarded despite orders. Melita could remember the Mathair incident well – and all the controversy, the deaths, the rampage, the unsettled proportions. Her heart went out to Torchline too, wondering if it would ever come to this.
She didn’t know anymore.
Her hands grew restless, fingers clutching at Fangorn’s vines as the gourd’s eyes followed lines and pathways around the room. “Would it simply stop them from coming in? No one would be hurt?”
She didn’t know anymore.
Her hands grew restless, fingers clutching at Fangorn’s vines as the gourd’s eyes followed lines and pathways around the room. “Would it simply stop them from coming in? No one would be hurt?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
