MELITA
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she whistled with an impish grin to settle amidst her features – already pondering and scheming if she could request and harness the power of a volcano on her own from Ludo. Wouldn’t that settle into the realm of chaotic? Couldn’t be any worse than her other magic – Well, yeah, it could, but that was kinda half the point.
Coming all the way out here just for some soil seemed to congregate into most godly quests, though her brow arched at the sentiments of Flora asking Rae for a lily. An A for effort, surely, and while the Honeybee could always appreciate the sparks of audacity and esteem, she probably never would have thought to ask one of the Old Gods for the mending flowers. “Too bad. But it’s something.” And would be for the future – whenever it all came done and finished.
Though the notions of unicorn turds had her ceasing from staring at her darkened palms and back up to Flora’s sentiments; the juvenility back into her eyes. “Good for you. He’d know exactly what a piece of shit looks like.” Because he was one – get it? “That all you need?” Gesturing of course to the single jar.
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
