MELITA
Making her way over from Stormbreak to the Greatwood in her own skyboat, she parked the Firecracker and collected her companions, figuring she could leave her lanterns within until the Festival. There were other things to see and do, especially since the world around them had been cleansed, free of the Void and the family’s influence, for as long as it could last. Like the Observatory, for one. She’d missed it in the years of Fae influence early on; figuring she wouldn’t bother pissing them off in multitudes and getting dragged off to be “sacrificed”, and then she’d had all sorts of other ventures, trials, and tribulations to occupy her time. The early evening light gave it a sort of ambience she could appreciate though, and she hastened towards Sila and Fangorn alike. “Let’s go up here,” and both responded in kind – a flutter of wings or a rustling of gourd grumbles and vines. On a more hopeful lilt, which was rare these days, she grinned and gave a furtive whisper. “Maybe we’ll see some Star Whales.”
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
