Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita strolled in, armed and garbed with her residual fleet of weaponry and penchant for violence. Considering the latest string of ridiculous, vehement antics, destroying a shrine seemed ripe for the course, blending in seamlessly with all the other distinctly hazardous events.
But this wasn’t a giant landshark or a stone giant, so perhaps she could rest easy, presuming her uncle and some other religious faction wouldn’t just randomly show up. She gave a hearty wave to both Maeve and Ronin, repressing the urge to ask the Huntsman what happened to Sunjata after. Maybe it was better she didn’t know.
Instead, her Cheshire grin unfurled, nodding towards her fierce brethren. “Let’s go!”
But this wasn’t a giant landshark or a stone giant, so perhaps she could rest easy, presuming her uncle and some other religious faction wouldn’t just randomly show up. She gave a hearty wave to both Maeve and Ronin, repressing the urge to ask the Huntsman what happened to Sunjata after. Maybe it was better she didn’t know.
Instead, her Cheshire grin unfurled, nodding towards her fierce brethren. “Let’s go!”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
