Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Perhaps Melita wouldn’t be so standoffish if she’d been the one springing from trees, but such was the life of chaos and reflection. Striving not to be mulish for no reason other than irritation, she shifted along her bag again, intending to snag her offering. Since Ghilio had craved water while he was contained within the desert (who wouldn’t, honestly, the place was an absolute hellhole), she’d grabbed something similar – but a brighter, prettier canteen.
While she rummaged, Fangorn stared at Sohalia – offering a friendly grumble, rumble, and some vague expression of a wave with his vines, fangs curling over the adornments of his eerie features. Sila persisted in being far too shy, even if they’d been working on her apprehension, so the Honeybee let her rest behind locks for now.
Eventually, she found the vessel at the bottom of her bag, pulling it out, while simultaneously glancing at the woman’s contribution. “Oh. It’s nice.” Its sparkling nature certainly enticed Melita’s eye – who had a penchant for all things rocks, interesting, and intriguing – but she hadn’t known what to snag for the seasonal deity either. “I grabbed a canteen,” she proclaimed, a shrug of her shoulders following. “Last time we had to give him an offering, it was in Hak Etme.” As if that explained it all.
While she rummaged, Fangorn stared at Sohalia – offering a friendly grumble, rumble, and some vague expression of a wave with his vines, fangs curling over the adornments of his eerie features. Sila persisted in being far too shy, even if they’d been working on her apprehension, so the Honeybee let her rest behind locks for now.
Eventually, she found the vessel at the bottom of her bag, pulling it out, while simultaneously glancing at the woman’s contribution. “Oh. It’s nice.” Its sparkling nature certainly enticed Melita’s eye – who had a penchant for all things rocks, interesting, and intriguing – but she hadn’t known what to snag for the seasonal deity either. “I grabbed a canteen,” she proclaimed, a shrug of her shoulders following. “Last time we had to give him an offering, it was in Hak Etme.” As if that explained it all.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
