Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The screech drew her head upwards, following the streak of bronze alight briefly in the sky, and her heart ached instantly. “Grab some of the towels and blankets,” she crooned and whispered to Fangorn, who must have understood, as the vampire gourd rushed into her satchel and began using his vines to withdraw the objects, peering curiously around.
“Well, aren’t you something,” she murmured again, bright and cheery, trying to shield the youth from any haranguing winds. Wrapping the child up in the balms, alms, of warmth extended by Fangorn, and in the angles of arms, she curled up before the nest, beginning to peel away the pieces of meat, offering them out to the hatchling.
“Well, aren’t you something,” she murmured again, bright and cheery, trying to shield the youth from any haranguing winds. Wrapping the child up in the balms, alms, of warmth extended by Fangorn, and in the angles of arms, she curled up before the nest, beginning to peel away the pieces of meat, offering them out to the hatchling.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
