Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Unaware relics could disappear, Melita furrowed her brows as her gaze swept over the next interval of distractions. Statues, fireflies, lanterns, made to look serene, majestic, ethereal, dotting landscapes and backgrounds, swept up in the haze of something beautiful that could be hiding deadly contortions underneath its veneer.
“So, wherever this relic is,” she managed, pondering, because she didn’t know much about Stormbreak at all. “Would have to be somewhere that could house these things…,” and her eyes darted towards enclosures in the distance, wondering, grimacing a little, incapable of hiding the sense of trepidation darting over her features. “And if it’s not here…where else would you consider?” Gilded gaze landing squarely on Ronin, who knew this land, at least in this motley crew, the best.
“So, wherever this relic is,” she managed, pondering, because she didn’t know much about Stormbreak at all. “Would have to be somewhere that could house these things…,” and her eyes darted towards enclosures in the distance, wondering, grimacing a little, incapable of hiding the sense of trepidation darting over her features. “And if it’s not here…where else would you consider?” Gilded gaze landing squarely on Ronin, who knew this land, at least in this motley crew, the best.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
