Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
A Fae’s promise was a binding thing in the ways Melita understood it. They didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t lie. So in this particular instance, the honeybee had been intent on securing parameters: ensuring Nate, and many others, would be informed of potential danger, and still assisting the Greatwood in defending and securing their borders. Simple, concise, and she could accept the platitudes Juniper gave her. “All right. Thank you.”
In a careful brush of her unruly mane, she snagged at the ends, and picked at a loose thread. The portion and piece of fire-hued fiber came along with her, procured, plucked, and gone from her with no pain. An effortless exchange, but one that might help secure found angle of preservation for multitudes involved. “Here you are,” and she aimed to hand it over, uncertain how else Juniper might want it.
In a careful brush of her unruly mane, she snagged at the ends, and picked at a loose thread. The portion and piece of fire-hued fiber came along with her, procured, plucked, and gone from her with no pain. An effortless exchange, but one that might help secure found angle of preservation for multitudes involved. “Here you are,” and she aimed to hand it over, uncertain how else Juniper might want it.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
