Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Off the honeybee went with her feral entourage in tow – scheming and plotting as she went down the rows of market stalls, breezing within kiosks, before settling on which dark chocolate (and yes, some pastries, to be consumed without thought of enemies and adversaries getting hold of them) to snag. The waterproof box wasn’t forgotten either, as that was a large chunk of the mer’s gift exchange, and after some decent haggling and trading, the youth skipped back with Fangorn at her heels and Sila extending her wings from the smuggler’s shoulder.
“Here we go!” She plopped down on the edge of the canal, legs dangling while Sila balked at the proximity, handing out the goodies. For her own, she lifted a ruby-like fixture – quite fake and very false – up for inspection. “She doesn’t deserve a real one,” she noted, before putting it away, and procuring the pastries too. “There. Anything else you need today?” Her brows arched towards Hadama, as she began snacking on a savory concoction, and giving out pieces to both companions.
“Here we go!” She plopped down on the edge of the canal, legs dangling while Sila balked at the proximity, handing out the goodies. For her own, she lifted a ruby-like fixture – quite fake and very false – up for inspection. “She doesn’t deserve a real one,” she noted, before putting it away, and procuring the pastries too. “There. Anything else you need today?” Her brows arched towards Hadama, as she began snacking on a savory concoction, and giving out pieces to both companions.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
