MELITA
That had actually never been a thought that had occurred to Melita (big surprise). Her eyes widened a fraction – before narrowing, brows furrowing, trying to decide if she liked the idea of being able to come and go and shoot shit, or not, given the opportunity of random and unsightly interjections. “Huh. Well. If you need me,” she shrugged. Flora’s withered smile and the Honeybee’s casualness about the whole thing co-existed in rhyme and reason. “Oh sure – but from what I hear, Safrin tends to make some lives much more difficult.” On purpose. The Doubletake knew the stories. But Melita flipped the island off to for fun and amusements and whatever devious notions she could think of, before shaking her head. “Nah. I’m good to go.” And with that, they could hasten off on the Firecracker again, companions all assembled and more portions of quests done and dusted.
[FIN]
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
