MELITA
Any opportunity to fly like a fucking maniac was all right in Melita’s book – so she simply handwaved the acknowledgment away and landed it without crashing as if it hadn’t taken the whole of her concentration. Apopo had a decent, soft loam anyway, making the ordeal not as painful as it could’ve been. Grabbing Fangorn (and ignoring his illustrious side-eye), Sila had long since taken off for the sky to hover and watch from above, Melita’s eyes widened at the absolutely amazing idea. “Hoooo shit, we totally should.” Adjusting her gaze to the crater, and recalling the absolute devastation and firepower behind it, she considered portions and pieces that would need to meld together. “Probably ought to have some clause in it not erupting on Torchline though.”
The other properties of the land though unfurled a shrug through her shoulders; her mother would’ve known. “Yeah, supposed to be fertile, I guess.” So while Fangorn dangled his vines within the dark soil, the Honeybee set to scooping some up as well, placing the adornments in Flora’s jar. “What do you need this for?”
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
