Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
While the theatrics were always appreciated, the fact that Ludo was there at all was worth acknowledging – granting a warm, bright smile, vivid for her favored deity. She watched, tilting her head as it dressed the doll in a suit and hat, not even bothering to hide the laughter lingering in her throat. Fangorn peered as well, insatiably curious.
As for the question – it took no more than a second of thought – a customary procedure in Melita’s life. Instantly, she nodded, voice never miniscule. “Fire.” The element she’d long since savored, despite no incantations buried within her – a part of her soul and blood and bone.
As for the question – it took no more than a second of thought – a customary procedure in Melita’s life. Instantly, she nodded, voice never miniscule. “Fire.” The element she’d long since savored, despite no incantations buried within her – a part of her soul and blood and bone.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life