MELITA
All three waited. The Honeybee’s eyes narrowed, suspicious, tense, taut, all at once; the bowstring tight in her hands, hovering, coiling, pinpointing on whatever could be lurking in their threshold. She hadn’t survived this long without having a very content trigger finger, nor would she permit any threat to snag and snare over her companions.The armament flinging, flying, and then sinking into a tree nearby caused a feral hiss, and her gaze darted to where it had come from – the individual lucky she had heard his words thereafter, because he would’ve been likely set ablaze. A low rumble resounded through Fangorn and Sila alike, the uncertainty pressing upon her until she heard the voice – brows furrowing in suspicion and perhaps a little shock. Was that Darkeye? Taking a breath but not withdrawing her weapon, she growled into the vestiges. “It’ll definitely be a foe if you throw another fucking axe.”
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
