Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
More comfortable now as they conversed and chatted, the youth scratched at Sila’s head as the dragon’s nose poked out from behind her hair. “Yeah,” she murmured, because she had explored a vast amount – usually out of nosiness, curiosity, inquiry, and essential wandering. It’d led her down many different pathways and experiences; some good, some spooky, some life-altering and shaping, others less vivid and strong.
As for the other notions, the Honeybee snorted. “Well, with all the skyports these days, that makes it easier to get to the big lands.” She didn’t mention the Ark, because Sohalia seemed the type to not be swayed by Jack’s corruption, or she’d be completely wrecked of all innocence. “I haven’t seen a lot of Stormbreak.” Probably because of the inherent racism, and all the trials, tribulations, her family had meandered through there.
As for the other notions, the Honeybee snorted. “Well, with all the skyports these days, that makes it easier to get to the big lands.” She didn’t mention the Ark, because Sohalia seemed the type to not be swayed by Jack’s corruption, or she’d be completely wrecked of all innocence. “I haven’t seen a lot of Stormbreak.” Probably because of the inherent racism, and all the trials, tribulations, her family had meandered through there.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
