Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Normally Melita would’ve been the bright, effervescent, streamlined bout of chaos, but caught off-guard, she wasn’t certain what to feel other than caution. The other woman clearly didn’t represent any threats, but the notions still ran crisp through her veins, and she took more than a couple breaths to dissuade the intentions of white knuckles over staffs.
“Oh,” she uttered stupidly, uncertain of what else to say, and conceded by wrinkling her nose. Fangorn brushed his vines against her ankles, maybe as a means to an end or to aid her in some manner of support. “I’m here for the offering too.” Eyes pinpointed on her companions, either by Sila’s tail curling along her shoulders, or the gourd’s overly large and enigmatic, eerie eyes, she sighed again. “This is Fangorn and Sila.” Satisfied with those hasty introductions, she mulishly stared back at the shrine. “What did you bring for Ghilio?”
“Oh,” she uttered stupidly, uncertain of what else to say, and conceded by wrinkling her nose. Fangorn brushed his vines against her ankles, maybe as a means to an end or to aid her in some manner of support. “I’m here for the offering too.” Eyes pinpointed on her companions, either by Sila’s tail curling along her shoulders, or the gourd’s overly large and enigmatic, eerie eyes, she sighed again. “This is Fangorn and Sila.” Satisfied with those hasty introductions, she mulishly stared back at the shrine. “What did you bring for Ghilio?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
