Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Staring stupidly at the glass as if not recognizing the element contained within, it took her more than a few seconds to grasp it. “Thanks,” she uttered in return, for the offer and the idea and the sudden influx of water. It went down her throat rapidly, and she probably should’ve chased it down with several more, but now her mind had a grasp on some subject matter – like healing bullshit.
“Maybe I’ll get another bracelet,” and she laughed, maneuvering a little so the one around her ankle bobbed with its Fae charms. Swaying for far longer that intended, she grasped hold of a nearby barrel and pretended it’d been on purpose. Besides, she could have a whole assortment of dangerous bits and bobs that seemed innocuous until she blew everyone up – which inspired a brief, bubbling laugh. And a hiccup.
“Maybe I’ll get another bracelet,” and she laughed, maneuvering a little so the one around her ankle bobbed with its Fae charms. Swaying for far longer that intended, she grasped hold of a nearby barrel and pretended it’d been on purpose. Besides, she could have a whole assortment of dangerous bits and bobs that seemed innocuous until she blew everyone up – which inspired a brief, bubbling laugh. And a hiccup.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
