Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
It’d been a long while since Melita had ventured towards Ludo’s sanctity – not for any plausible, discernible reasons, but likely time and an expanse of adventure taking her elsewhere. But thoughts, impulsive and emboldened as they were, had been clustered, cluttered, and coiled around the youth’s head for weeks on end now. Wars. The need to be more.
She had the weapons. She had the skills. Or at least, that’s what she told herself, in that unholy confidence that spurns from youthfulness and audacity. And those needling notions, scattered and then taken hold in her mind, sent her craving off into the abyss, and then towards the shrine along the port, the morning sprawl coasting upon the waves.
With Fangorn bumbling and grumbling on her shoulder, she wandered across the top of the surface, beholden to the anklet and its charms dangling along her leg, hands full of promised offerings. Finding a free space along the statue amidst the harbor, she placed the doll she’d found in the market (and its mixed bag of clothing – some assortments of dresses, suits, hair, accessories) upon the edges, and bowed her head. “Ludo, I was hoping you could aid me in finding another companion.” The gourd didn’t seem to pay heed or mind – perhaps they’d already had the discussion surrounding the topic at hand. “A dragon.”
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Melita comes seeking a quest for Ludo!
She had the weapons. She had the skills. Or at least, that’s what she told herself, in that unholy confidence that spurns from youthfulness and audacity. And those needling notions, scattered and then taken hold in her mind, sent her craving off into the abyss, and then towards the shrine along the port, the morning sprawl coasting upon the waves.
With Fangorn bumbling and grumbling on her shoulder, she wandered across the top of the surface, beholden to the anklet and its charms dangling along her leg, hands full of promised offerings. Finding a free space along the statue amidst the harbor, she placed the doll she’d found in the market (and its mixed bag of clothing – some assortments of dresses, suits, hair, accessories) upon the edges, and bowed her head. “Ludo, I was hoping you could aid me in finding another companion.” The gourd didn’t seem to pay heed or mind – perhaps they’d already had the discussion surrounding the topic at hand. “A dragon.”
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Melita comes seeking a quest for Ludo!
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
