MELITA
Oh, so it was kinda like…playing with dead things. Melita struggled not to make a face, trying to hone in her thoughts without outwardly grimacing or frowning; in the end she probably just looked a little befuddled, bewildered, and perplexed by the whole idea. In some battle waged proportions, she could understand the nuance; it’d be funny to have one of your own enemies turning on the other through incantations – but otherwise she wasn’t certain about the reasons beyond. “So as you get better and stronger, you’ll be able to do it for longer,” she worked on surmising; new to the whole magic thing in her own case. But curiosity was a fountain in her mind, and at his offering, she arched a brow, making an idle bunch of knots at the end of her dress. “Sure. If you want to try.” Mainly because she’d never seen anything like it before.
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
