Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Taking the envelope from Juniper, she hummed a little, grating away at the nails and placing them within. “Is that enough?” She inquired, peering in, satisfied with the amount but uncertain if the Fae would be, given the quest and requirements.
Then her brows furrowed a little more at the implications of every race; beyond that of Accepted, Abandoned, and the like. For they all knew the waves of discontent piling down around them, the promise she’d already wrung from the diplomat. “Ascended too,” was a mutter, and not a question; as if spelling it out for herself rather than poising the inquiry out loud, when they already knew the answer. Considering, contemplating, she slowly put the envelope down, wondering all the while if they were going to take volunteers, or if it was going to be by force.
She thought of Nate, of warnings she could deliver on her own. Of homes and lands that needed to defend themselves, and of people that yearned to do the same. “This is all so complicated, isn’t it?”
Then her brows furrowed a little more at the implications of every race; beyond that of Accepted, Abandoned, and the like. For they all knew the waves of discontent piling down around them, the promise she’d already wrung from the diplomat. “Ascended too,” was a mutter, and not a question; as if spelling it out for herself rather than poising the inquiry out loud, when they already knew the answer. Considering, contemplating, she slowly put the envelope down, wondering all the while if they were going to take volunteers, or if it was going to be by force.
She thought of Nate, of warnings she could deliver on her own. Of homes and lands that needed to defend themselves, and of people that yearned to do the same. “This is all so complicated, isn’t it?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
