Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Any trace of good humor faded off at the notions of the subject change; swallowing the pieces of pastry at a slower pace, face turning slightly into some manner of a frown. Her eyes flickered downward, studying waves and undulations in the canal, before her feet began lingering over the top of the water again, as if dialing back into other notions, pushing emotions aside. “Are the Mer going to help in the war?” She hadn’t thought about that – of drumbeats echoing under the sea as well.
Thereafter though, she contemplated. “So you’ll want something long-range,” was a consideration, a shrug. “Polearms, bows, spears…could all work.” Depending on how far away he was from the action, or if it found them directly in the fathoms and depths. Did the Voice want anything to do with those below?
Thereafter though, she contemplated. “So you’ll want something long-range,” was a consideration, a shrug. “Polearms, bows, spears…could all work.” Depending on how far away he was from the action, or if it found them directly in the fathoms and depths. Did the Voice want anything to do with those below?
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
