Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Not one for inspecting much vegetation or plantlife, unless it could kill her or she could use it as a weapon, Melita shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah. There’s another weird island,” and she lifted one arm to point in the direction of the Metacarpal one – wherever the fuck that had come from. “Had bones and shit in the roots of its plants.” Maybe the Evergreen would be intrigued; and the Honeybee had been, in her own way – pondering the hows and whys and the enigmas settled in between crimson layers. But she’d also been hoping one of the carnivorous features would simply get rid of Talyson for her, so. “Leadership changed too.”
The burden of war lifting away from their shoulders, and pondering what was left in the interim, caused another furrowing of her brows. Not at Evie, but at the notion – because that’s where she’d been stuck too. “Yeah. Almost like…not sure what to do now.” Continue growing, changing, becoming better and stronger – but for what?
But giving admittance to that didn’t settle well on her, so she nodded. “If you want. We usually have bonfires and get drunk out here during LongNight.” A far cry from the devilish ministrations of the Hollowed Grounds’ shitstorm. “Figured I’d help set some of them up,” and she gestured to a couple other piles already formed, wandering immediately back out to snag at a piece of driftwood nearby, as if it meant to escape and wouldn’t be leaving her clutches.
The burden of war lifting away from their shoulders, and pondering what was left in the interim, caused another furrowing of her brows. Not at Evie, but at the notion – because that’s where she’d been stuck too. “Yeah. Almost like…not sure what to do now.” Continue growing, changing, becoming better and stronger – but for what?
But giving admittance to that didn’t settle well on her, so she nodded. “If you want. We usually have bonfires and get drunk out here during LongNight.” A far cry from the devilish ministrations of the Hollowed Grounds’ shitstorm. “Figured I’d help set some of them up,” and she gestured to a couple other piles already formed, wandering immediately back out to snag at a piece of driftwood nearby, as if it meant to escape and wouldn’t be leaving her clutches.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
