Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
At Juniper’s age rendering, the questions faded and died on her tongue, wilting behind her teeth. The Fae hadn’t experienced it firsthand, and hearing how the others who had were faring in the face of this oncoming one didn’t bode well. The youth clenched her jaw, looking downward at her enveloped hands, pondering, incapable of really piercing through what she wanted to say.
Thereafter though, she glanced back up, a meek smile forming in the corners of her mouth. “I’m sorry then, that they have to see another one.” Apologetic for a lot of things that were truly out of hers, and so many others’, control. “I’ll leave you be then. Thank you for talking to me. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” The diplomat could’ve easily sent her on her way, once she’d snagged at the materials she’d wanted. Moving upwards from her chair, she gave a moderate bow of her head, as much as she’d bend before another, as Fangorn bobbed down to the floor. “Good luck with everything.”
Thereafter though, she glanced back up, a meek smile forming in the corners of her mouth. “I’m sorry then, that they have to see another one.” Apologetic for a lot of things that were truly out of hers, and so many others’, control. “I’ll leave you be then. Thank you for talking to me. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” The diplomat could’ve easily sent her on her way, once she’d snagged at the materials she’d wanted. Moving upwards from her chair, she gave a moderate bow of her head, as much as she’d bend before another, as Fangorn bobbed down to the floor. “Good luck with everything.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
