Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Had Melita been paying attention, she might have noticed the way Sila sensed another nearby, or the eerie pulsing of Fangorn’s vines, stretching outward. Instead, she began digging around in her bag for the offering, and when the greeting came from above, she hastened her eyes up, up, up, rapidly – unaccustomed to being forced to taste something like her own medicine, for the Honeybee was a frequent climber.
Instead of anything friendly or welcoming at first, her hands dug into her staff, and she uttered a “Fuck,” something menacing and hissing, a threat in the way she handled her weapon. Sila scurried behind Melita’s curtain of hair, and the vampire gourd grumbled lowly, watching, waiting.
And then they were only treated to the stranger hurtling her way to the forest floor, and Melita wasn’t quite sure what to do. Keeping her hold on her staff, her eyes narrowed, suspicious, as if she’d never done the exact same thing as the woman before her. “Melita,” she offered eventually, glancing at the youth and wondering why the tension flickered through her own shoulders. Bewilderment, perhaps, given how long it’d been since she’d had to be on guard for anything. “No, you just surprised me,” came on a grumble, before eventually relenting on a single handshake.
Instead of anything friendly or welcoming at first, her hands dug into her staff, and she uttered a “Fuck,” something menacing and hissing, a threat in the way she handled her weapon. Sila scurried behind Melita’s curtain of hair, and the vampire gourd grumbled lowly, watching, waiting.
And then they were only treated to the stranger hurtling her way to the forest floor, and Melita wasn’t quite sure what to do. Keeping her hold on her staff, her eyes narrowed, suspicious, as if she’d never done the exact same thing as the woman before her. “Melita,” she offered eventually, glancing at the youth and wondering why the tension flickered through her own shoulders. Bewilderment, perhaps, given how long it’d been since she’d had to be on guard for anything. “No, you just surprised me,” came on a grumble, before eventually relenting on a single handshake.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
