Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
At this point, Melita had no idea, which, to be fair, was about the normal juncture of things. Contemplations strived as best they could with the knowledge, wisdom, and general ignorance her brain contained, watching for a moment as Fangorn’s vines skimmed over stone, and the world around them revealed nothing. More meandering and pondering voiced out loud, her gaze shooting away from Ronin as they approached the shrine. “Can a relic be a living thing?” Uncertain, her eyes glancing over the wayward animals – pondering if any stood out, if there was something special, enigmatic, to their qualities. If there was something they were all missing.
Or if it was simply not here.
The Tower falling had the Honeybee grimacing, if only because she knew of her uncles’ deep involvement of it. “Could it be underground? Or by…uh, the Falling?” Opposite ends of the spectrum, between earth and sea, but they’d clearly already had some immersed in water and loam.
Or if it was simply not here.
The Tower falling had the Honeybee grimacing, if only because she knew of her uncles’ deep involvement of it. “Could it be underground? Or by…uh, the Falling?” Opposite ends of the spectrum, between earth and sea, but they’d clearly already had some immersed in water and loam.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
