MELITA
Sila quickly fluttered back down to Melita’s shoulder the moment the stranger took hold of the crutch, leaving the demigod covered and contorted in companions. She wasn’t sure if she should be uttering another bout of apologies after further explanations came, and instead grimaced. The question following was a common one. “Oh yeah, this is Fangorn. He’s my companion too.” The pumpkin eventually seemed to be settling, turning around to face Niki and the offending cane with only the barest look of disdain, before hiding his face in the smuggler’s elbows. “I’ve had him for a long time – he’s not like the other ones.” Perhaps initially, but he’d soon grown to show his wits and affability; likely how he’d survived all those years where his family and friends simply couldn’t, or wouldn’t, based on their own behaviors.
Realizing they’d gone past introductions and striving to be somewhat less of a ignorant ass through this whole commotion, the Honeybee obliged some manners. “Sorry, I’m Melita.”
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
