Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita wouldn’t have to be told twice – curious, daring, and seditious natures be damned – but she’d been looking for another adventure since the war had ceased. Hopefully one without ruin or bloodshed, but eh, if it became vehement and violent, she was already well-armed. She figured Evie was too, in her own way. “Fuck yeah,” came on a vicious little grin.
From there, the Honeybee settled her pursuits with the sticks and wood, content with the amount spread across the beach. Besides, if the drunkards needed more, they always knew where to find it (even if they were stumbling around in the dark). Hitching her bag along her shoulder, and ensuring her companions were tucked closely behind, the youth nodded. “Let’s go.”
Map safely clasped in her hands, of course.
{FIN}
From there, the Honeybee settled her pursuits with the sticks and wood, content with the amount spread across the beach. Besides, if the drunkards needed more, they always knew where to find it (even if they were stumbling around in the dark). Hitching her bag along her shoulder, and ensuring her companions were tucked closely behind, the youth nodded. “Let’s go.”
Map safely clasped in her hands, of course.
{FIN}
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
