Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Not at all,” she hummed, though a secretive, furtive little snicker remained on her mouth – for reasons Hadama would learn shortly anyway.
As the mer made room and space along the canal, her feet slid out along the surface – not sinking, not falling, nothing more than pressing into its wake as if it were a solid veneer. The charms of her anklet, hidden beneath long folds of her dress, bounded against her skin, but gave naught away. “Only with fists,” she shrugged, like that, and everything else she was doing, was a normal course of action. Curiosity and restlessness compelled, and she took a few quick hops along the water’s fringes, warming up her calf muscles, while Fangorn and Sila remained on the edge of the canal, watching. “Do you guys use tridents a lot?”
As the mer made room and space along the canal, her feet slid out along the surface – not sinking, not falling, nothing more than pressing into its wake as if it were a solid veneer. The charms of her anklet, hidden beneath long folds of her dress, bounded against her skin, but gave naught away. “Only with fists,” she shrugged, like that, and everything else she was doing, was a normal course of action. Curiosity and restlessness compelled, and she took a few quick hops along the water’s fringes, warming up her calf muscles, while Fangorn and Sila remained on the edge of the canal, watching. “Do you guys use tridents a lot?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
