Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Melita’s eyes blinked several times in rapt succession as Maeve described a house that…tried to eat them. Then remembered their own adventure in a bizarre home, so she shrugged it off as if this was commonplace, every day. Probably, eventually, at some point in her young life, she’d wonder how the hell her thoughts had ever reached depictions of that nature as ‘normal’.
But for now it seemed perfectly reasonable.
Wrinkling her nose again and huffing a massive breath, annoyed that yeah, an animal likely couldn’t live that long (but wouldn’t it have been cool?), she spun around on her heels a couple times, as if giving last ditch efforts to sniffing out the potential relic. “Do we want to call it good then, and go try the Falling or Silk Houses?”
But for now it seemed perfectly reasonable.
Wrinkling her nose again and huffing a massive breath, annoyed that yeah, an animal likely couldn’t live that long (but wouldn’t it have been cool?), she spun around on her heels a couple times, as if giving last ditch efforts to sniffing out the potential relic. “Do we want to call it good then, and go try the Falling or Silk Houses?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
