Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Yeah. A big rock. On fire. Right upside her head.” Unbothered that her murderous intentions had been said out loud, the youth and her litany of companions followed suit, meandering along the side of the canals. Pastries weren’t on her mind on the moment, not with a vengeful streak flickering and flowing through her veins, bestial and murderous. Her hands clenched and unclenched several times, clearly wishing she had a weapon in her grasp, and not just bunched along in the bag over her shoulder.
The bazaar still had its appeal though, with a variety of goods to reflect the season, and she stuck close to the ones at the front, describing the stalls the mer wouldn’t be able to see from his vantage point. “We’ve got…drinks, some little bauble things, wooden figurines…,” trailing off every so often, waiting for him to decide if any of those were to his liking, or to meander and move on.
The bazaar still had its appeal though, with a variety of goods to reflect the season, and she stuck close to the ones at the front, describing the stalls the mer wouldn’t be able to see from his vantage point. “We’ve got…drinks, some little bauble things, wooden figurines…,” trailing off every so often, waiting for him to decide if any of those were to his liking, or to meander and move on.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
