Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Considering Melita’s decisions often relied entirely on impulse and an utter lack of control, she shrugged at the insinuation of her convictions. Indifferent about the judgement, she managed to snort at the implications of its “fun” – the honeybee knew that well enough firsthand.
Imagining the sight of some other mer at the prospect of opening a gift, only to find seawater-laced chocolate had a peculiar, amusing glimmer to it. The image left the Cheshire grin to reform on her mouth, just enough to indicate danger and stupidity went hand-in-hand.
As for her rock plans? “Sure. Maybe. I don’t know – I’ll see what catches my eye.” Though she could always throw it in through Kiada’s window, which served as a bonus point. “Want me to go snag the stuff now?” Seeing as how they’d formed some sort of agreement?
Imagining the sight of some other mer at the prospect of opening a gift, only to find seawater-laced chocolate had a peculiar, amusing glimmer to it. The image left the Cheshire grin to reform on her mouth, just enough to indicate danger and stupidity went hand-in-hand.
As for her rock plans? “Sure. Maybe. I don’t know – I’ll see what catches my eye.” Though she could always throw it in through Kiada’s window, which served as a bonus point. “Want me to go snag the stuff now?” Seeing as how they’d formed some sort of agreement?
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
