Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Catch she did – though she would’ve liked to have tossed it back straight into his smug face – lifting it towards the sun briefly, by way of inspection. “Obsidian?” She called back down, presuming he’d snagged it from the Climb or wherever he tended to roam. Her fingers curled around it, and she didn’t give the artifact back, instead, choosing to cluster back into her clothes, arms wrapping around her sides and over her chest.
Fangorn mumbled and grumbled something, while Sila flickered over to land on her shoulder, providing some amount of heat without setting something on fire. The Honeybee sighed, then shook her head, trying another tactic. “You hunting for rocks out here?”
Fangorn mumbled and grumbled something, while Sila flickered over to land on her shoulder, providing some amount of heat without setting something on fire. The Honeybee sighed, then shook her head, trying another tactic. “You hunting for rocks out here?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
