Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
After prep for Torchline, and meandering around in their previous attempts at searching for a relic, they’d agreed to the Celestine – another venture Melita had yet to take. So it was likely no surprise to either Ronin or Maeve that at the first step within – gardens enclosing, circling, navigating around with starlit pinnacles and enclosures of animals – that the honeybee’s eyes had rounded in pure wonder and awe. “Whoa,” she monotoned slowly, twisting and turning in multiple directions, as if every movement and moment brought forth another distraction or newfound thing.
It brought back to mind all those days where her sister and friends would press their faces against glass below the surface of the sea – in different worlds and different places – but she likely would’ve done the same here.
“This place is beautiful,” she whispered, and with Sila perched on her shoulder, and Fangorn at her heels, she whipped around to face the pair. “Where do we want to start looking?” They’d surely know better than her – and were less likely to be immediately diverted.
It brought back to mind all those days where her sister and friends would press their faces against glass below the surface of the sea – in different worlds and different places – but she likely would’ve done the same here.
“This place is beautiful,” she whispered, and with Sila perched on her shoulder, and Fangorn at her heels, she whipped around to face the pair. “Where do we want to start looking?” They’d surely know better than her – and were less likely to be immediately diverted.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
