Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Her nose continued to be wrinkled at the notions of clawing out of the earth itself – and while she’d probably strive or try, it was likely only Ascended that would be capable of such a feat. “Nah, sounds like a good one to me,” and she shrugged, laughing mildly as they strolled further away from the port itself, Fangorn following close behind.
“Did you? Gods knows what he’s doing there now.” Probably obsessed with the sex room or something like that – she didn’t really want to know, and wasn’t going to ask. She could lend an ear and prospects to the other things though. “Oh? I’ll have to ask Jack or something. That’ll be nice to have around again.” For as long as there was some multitude of peace – though this hadn’t been any calm before the storm. Tension before the horizon, really.
Her brow quirked upwards at the semblance of training though, and the grin turned much wider and bolder. “Sure. What kind of training did you want?”
“Did you? Gods knows what he’s doing there now.” Probably obsessed with the sex room or something like that – she didn’t really want to know, and wasn’t going to ask. She could lend an ear and prospects to the other things though. “Oh? I’ll have to ask Jack or something. That’ll be nice to have around again.” For as long as there was some multitude of peace – though this hadn’t been any calm before the storm. Tension before the horizon, really.
Her brow quirked upwards at the semblance of training though, and the grin turned much wider and bolder. “Sure. What kind of training did you want?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
