Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The cold ruminations ran down the honeybee’s spine, and she repressed the shudder as best she could. Moving her marbles closer to the doors, eyes pinpointed on the other members of her party, then drawn to the woman as the spirits answered, she unfurled a long, slow, breath. Something wasn’t right here. Not at all.
Yearning to pluck her bow right along her bracelet or snag at her quiver, she refrained – gilded gaze narrowing, speculating, before shouting out another inquiry into the ai, echoing off of Tal's. “Why did she trap you here?” Which individuals were the more sinister ones?
The spirits, or the woman who’d compelled them all here?
--
Melita keeps her marbles by the doors and asks another question.
Yearning to pluck her bow right along her bracelet or snag at her quiver, she refrained – gilded gaze narrowing, speculating, before shouting out another inquiry into the ai, echoing off of Tal's. “Why did she trap you here?” Which individuals were the more sinister ones?
The spirits, or the woman who’d compelled them all here?
--
Melita keeps her marbles by the doors and asks another question.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
