{se} in the ashes of Eden

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

There was a beckoning between glass before Melita, and her companions, were a flurry of movement and motion. Out the door and then in like a crimson flash, her large smile remained even as her eyes beelined to the closest hearth. “Hello! Yes, sorry!” Her nose wrinkled, and her body permitted another brief shudder, before ensuring Fangorn and Sila were tucked within her sights as well – neither sauntering very far in the obvious unfamiliarity of the residence.

“Everything’s fine!” She started, glancing around, nosey and making no inclination to hide it. “Torchline feels like…winter now, so I thought I’d grab a good coat from a land that knew how to make them." A shrug persisted, but it was the truth. “Is this your shop?”

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life