MELITA
Unaware there’d even been someone else here, Melita gave a light gasp at the sounds of an unfamiliar voice. Fucks sake she uttered inward; pondering if the bond between her companions and herself was making her jumpy, or the general mayhem streamlined around. Ordinarily she wouldn’t be bothered, but given she wasn’t the orchestrator of this particular brand of chaos…She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so.” At the stranger’s suggestion though, and Sila’s quick thinking (Melita was still busy coddling and holding the pumpkin, whose vines now entangled her arms and heart beat rapidly in fright), the little dragon picked up the designated cane that must’ve been the inanimate provocateur. “Sorry – my dragon will bring it to you.” The bronze creature had her own bout of apprehension, but emboldened by a job to do, lightly hovered by the individual, enough that he’d be able to reach out and take it from her jaw.
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
