MELITA
Melita listened, something she didn’t do often, nodding along at following introductions. She hadn’t anticipated any meteor showers either – but then again, she probably didn’t strike anyone as an individual up to the latest of any weather or celestial patterns. “Oh, cool. I was hoping to see some star whales.” But stars themselves would do – even if she wasn’t a grand worshipper of their herald.Presuming the rest had been an invitation, she climbed up the rest of the stairs, Fangorn and Sila in tow, and looked around. There did seem to be several milling about, waiting for that exact event or just meandering through, so she snagged at the opposing chair. The dragon immediately went to sit under the table, while Fangorn remained in her arms, beginning to summon the energy to not be an apprehensive mess. Securing her bag nearby, the Honeybee arched her brow. “Do you live in the Greatwood or…?”
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
