MELITA
She hummed a little under her breath, carefree and indifferent, a little bit of whimsy in all the aftermath of days in between massacres and mischief. Fangorn bobbed up ahead, taking his time as pumpkin prowess wasn’t in launching himself up a flight of stairs, vines wrapping around portions of the railings – and just long enough to accidentally grab something else.There was a clatter and a clank of some object (likely a cane) making its way down – the gourd rumbled and screeched enough to be somewhat embarrassed, causing Melita to shirk her attention out of staring along open spaces, to meander over. “What happened?” Picking the companion up, she could hear Sila making some intonations through the bond, but wasn’t catching everything clearly – not with both of them snagging her focus all at once.
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
