Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Words and promises only went so far, and Melita could understand the fathoms, the leagues, the Fae were determined to take after earlier experiences. But her heart still went out to the Ascended who hadn’t been involved in any of those prior circumstances, who’d made choices just like the rest of them – merely in a different deity. “Right,” she murmured, quietly, head yearning to hang, pondering over what she was going to do.
A stalling tactic, really, after a brief glimmer of a grimace, the world grasping to take a gasping hold on her throat. Choices and decisions were being outlined, and she didn’t want to press her heel into a line she’d likely already long since crossed, meandered over, and fell upon again. “Are you going to warn them? That the Greatwood is doing this?” Or had they all been given, granted, enough notices, foreboding measures, and caution?
A stalling tactic, really, after a brief glimmer of a grimace, the world grasping to take a gasping hold on her throat. Choices and decisions were being outlined, and she didn’t want to press her heel into a line she’d likely already long since crossed, meandered over, and fell upon again. “Are you going to warn them? That the Greatwood is doing this?” Or had they all been given, granted, enough notices, foreboding measures, and caution?
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
