Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
A sharp glance cut to Boreal, in a ‘can’t you give me a break’ sort of vibe, and a long, withering sigh following through when Talyson still managed to be there, in her presence. Fangorn garbled and grumbled something, vaguely coherent in amusements, but Melita was in no mood for the attempts at conduct or cordiality. Sila seemed to have her back, curling deeper into her hair as the courier remained, until the Honeybee had to address him, turning her head back over her shoulder.
Snorting when she saw he was out of breath.
“Thanks.” The bronze fledgling managed a warbled nuance in acknowledgment too, but it was likely lost through the wild locks. Thereafter, the attempt at pawning him off continued, persisting in long strides down another few alleys, before they came to the blacksmith. “Over here,” and she jabbed towards the place with her thumb.
Snorting when she saw he was out of breath.
“Thanks.” The bronze fledgling managed a warbled nuance in acknowledgment too, but it was likely lost through the wild locks. Thereafter, the attempt at pawning him off continued, persisting in long strides down another few alleys, before they came to the blacksmith. “Over here,” and she jabbed towards the place with her thumb.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
