[SE] if god's the game that you're playing

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

Mulling the notions over, Melita recalled the way of the falls, the mist and fog rising towards visages and facades, clifftops to meander and wander, until the dampened and soused rocks were too risky for even her frolicking. “Oh yeah, that place is nice.” And though she’d never launched or jumped down into the depths below the water’s rampage, it always seemed tempting. “There are some areas I haven’t been to at all, like the Draig.” She wrinkled her nose at the notions, but based on the stories of a world surrounded and crawling with life-size dragons (Sila was enough, thanks) eager and ready to maul, she was all set. “There’s some parts of the Climb that are interesting too, like the hot springs called Frey’s Breath.” Sidling her bag higher on her shoulder, she tilted her head vaguely, lost in thought. “The water saved a bunch of people when a sickness came through.”

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life