Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
If Talyson was looking for some measure of approval, of impacts and efforts, it probably shouldn’t have been from the Honeybee. Considering most of the time she only felt inclined towards wiping smug little smirks off his face, the notions here remained relatively inscrutable. If anything, a little grin tucked in the corner of her mouth, despite the conditions and temperature alterations causing another shudder, just to see his shitty little face turn into a scowl. Even the pout managed to unfurl a long eye roll from the youth. “Why would it?” The climate was tropical – though a little less than the Oerwoud – with the warm sea and the salty air, with the volcanic persuasions, with the constant sun. Her nose wrinkled into a definite 'you need to get out more' distinction.
Tucking herself further into her shawl, and contemplating wrapping Sila’s wings around her shoulder, the youth kicked at a stone and watched Fangorn eagerly chase it – shrugging all the while. “Dunno. We had a little ice rink here.” Which had been odd, considering everything else around it hadn’t been cold or frozen at all.
Tucking herself further into her shawl, and contemplating wrapping Sila’s wings around her shoulder, the youth kicked at a stone and watched Fangorn eagerly chase it – shrugging all the while. “Dunno. We had a little ice rink here.” Which had been odd, considering everything else around it hadn’t been cold or frozen at all.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
