MELITA
“Oh, true,” she offered with a clear sense of disappointment, frowning slightly; she didn’t make her way over here very often either, but maybe with the cleansing she’d have more of a reason, instead of avoiding it entirely. Making a mental note to check weather patterns before actually roaming anywhere next time, she glanced downward, over railings, observing below as well.Niki’s response had her brow arching though – as someone who lived here, and a metalworker. “Cool. What sort of trinkets? Like necklaces and stuff?” Her initial response would’ve been weaponry, but given the base size of most armaments, she probably could ask about daggers and knives…
Recalling he’d actually asked her a question, her glance went back to him. “Yeah. I live in Torchline. Work on the Ark. I travel a little bit here and there.” When the need to terrorize filled her veins.
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
