Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Aha, another opportunity. Not to be outdone by a dragon, the Honeybee’s quick thinking nearly launched an unrepentant Cheshire grin – certain she had the opportunity for evasion and escape now – but kept it inward, drawing it along so that Fangorn rolled his eyes and the companion on her shoulders huffed. Her eyes went from the blacksmith’s kiosk, not even remotely apologetic for what she was about to attempt, and back to the courier. “Sila.” The aforementioned bonded grumbled low, and then Melita seized her chance.
Her hand waved away the notions of staying or straying. “Oh, no. No need. I’m going to go train. Need to for the war and all that.” And then she began to slowly meander off – figuring that was enough.
Her hand waved away the notions of staying or straying. “Oh, no. No need. I’m going to go train. Need to for the war and all that.” And then she began to slowly meander off – figuring that was enough.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
