Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn was all too eager to play tag, long vines whipping towards Aidon’s dragon scales, Sila remained tightly ensconced on Melita’s shoulder while they strode along. The Honeybee’s head became accustomed to rapid, spinning motions, twisting and turning to take it all in – gasping at an ursur contained in a nearby enclosure, and then a lial in the next. “That’s so awesome,” she whispered, thoroughly engrossed and not really looking for a relic at all.
The scattering and noise of birdseed brought her gaping mouth to a close, attention dissipating away from the special fortitudes – and to the notions of what they were striving to find. “Have you seen all of them?” A question for Ronin orMaeve, because she hadn’t viewed…any. “Do they look like regular, everyday items, or…?” trailing off, lost to the notions.
The scattering and noise of birdseed brought her gaping mouth to a close, attention dissipating away from the special fortitudes – and to the notions of what they were striving to find. “Have you seen all of them?” A question for Ronin or
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
