Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
While most wisely chose to steer clear of Melita with her frown, flaring temper (only becoming more fueled by booze), Evie’s appearance at least delayed the possibility and probability of her setting something (someone) on fire. Placing another glass down, uncertain on which number she was and not particularly caring, she settled for grinding her teeth in Sunjata’s direction, or narrowing her eyes at Bart’s, because gods knew how she was supposed to feel on those notions either. “Just an impending family reunion,” that she didn’t particularly want or need to have. Not now anyway.
Turning her attention more on the Evergreen, perhaps as a base point for not destroying everything in sight, her eyes rounded at the tide jaguar cub. “Oh my gods, where did you find it?” came on a very loud squeal, immediately scrambling around to find an object for the youth to bat around. She settled for a little umbrella that probably came out of someone’s drink.
Turning her attention more on the Evergreen, perhaps as a base point for not destroying everything in sight, her eyes rounded at the tide jaguar cub. “Oh my gods, where did you find it?” came on a very loud squeal, immediately scrambling around to find an object for the youth to bat around. She settled for a little umbrella that probably came out of someone’s drink.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
