scraps of inspiration

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

Had the others not been there, there was no doubt Melita would’ve been thoroughly occupied by the monkeys, or by the outlets of environments and climates bundled together in one fixating front. What a miraculous thing to have and share amongst the world – and some manner of peace, rather than the ease of usual restlessness, pressed against her shoulders. But with nudges and strides moving forward, she could only do the same, dropping behind their more familiar wakes.

“Okay, shrine it is!” came along her agreeing accords though, eyes widening substantially along corners and inlets, feeling Sila grasp her a little tighter, Fangorn bumbling and grumbling behind her. “Does…can every animal come here?”

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life