Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Bleh. Cliché.” And she waved her hand jokingly at the possibilities – all the sorts of tales each and every child had ever heard before. There were supposed to be lessons embedded in them, she presumed, at the turn of misbehaviors and guidance, of particulars and behaviors needing to be locked and honed away. And while Melita had always been a rapt listener to her mothers’ stories and legends, she also still ran headfirst into calamity with ample opportunity.
Sunjata could go find himself wherever he wished by her account – the fucks given were so tremendously, incredibly low at this point, they might as well have been in the ground. The notions of training were far, far more entertaining than listening to another tale of how the Flood dicked around again. “I mean, I always have weapons,” which was an offer to draw up one of the many daggers she had nestled around. “But if you want, we can do that too.”
With another shrug to her shoulders, she rounded upon a bend off the port, to where there weren’t as many merchants, sailors, or passersby coming and going. Enough sand and loam to keep them from getting injured along the ground, and more than enough space suitable to lunging and leaping. She started shirking off her bag, tossing the contents downward, and Fangorn hustled forward, intending to remain as a guard for the armaments and goodies.
Sunjata could go find himself wherever he wished by her account – the fucks given were so tremendously, incredibly low at this point, they might as well have been in the ground. The notions of training were far, far more entertaining than listening to another tale of how the Flood dicked around again. “I mean, I always have weapons,” which was an offer to draw up one of the many daggers she had nestled around. “But if you want, we can do that too.”
With another shrug to her shoulders, she rounded upon a bend off the port, to where there weren’t as many merchants, sailors, or passersby coming and going. Enough sand and loam to keep them from getting injured along the ground, and more than enough space suitable to lunging and leaping. She started shirking off her bag, tossing the contents downward, and Fangorn hustled forward, intending to remain as a guard for the armaments and goodies.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
