Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She openly stared within the surroundings – reminded, perhaps, fondly and warmly, of a time where her mother’s herbs immersed within the threshold of their little house. Drying, hanging from the rafters and wooden beams, a gentle tone reciting names and phrases Melita could no longer remember; but the melodies remained. Unfurling a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, the illustrious scent of soil, loam, and plantlife wove its way into her nares, and the depths of her smile clung to the corners of her mouth, even when the topic altered slightly. “I guess Maeve found out someone built a shrine to Eirachi there.” Ronin had theorized, but the Honeybee still didn’t have the right accord, more just affirmation than anything else. “I’d like to blow it up,” she added, for sentiments.
Walking in a little further, and following the outlines the Evergreen made, she nodded along at the extensions of the growing area. “Unsavory? Like poisonous stuff or something?” She wouldn’t put it past anyone to just leave toxic shit right there on the table for someone to snag and pilfer off with, so she just left it at a snort.
Rummaging through her pockets, she produced a handful of seeds into her palm, lifting it so Evie might have a look. “I grabbed these from the festival. Do you know what they are?”
Walking in a little further, and following the outlines the Evergreen made, she nodded along at the extensions of the growing area. “Unsavory? Like poisonous stuff or something?” She wouldn’t put it past anyone to just leave toxic shit right there on the table for someone to snag and pilfer off with, so she just left it at a snort.
Rummaging through her pockets, she produced a handful of seeds into her palm, lifting it so Evie might have a look. “I grabbed these from the festival. Do you know what they are?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
