MELITA
Like people? she almost asked, but something within refrained. Maybe maturity. Maybe not wanting to know the answer. “Are you big into like…fights and stuff?” An odd inquiry to extend, perhaps, had it not been Melita doing the questioning. “Because all of that seems useful for when dealing with a shit ton of monsters,” and she hand waved in the general direction of the Greatwood – another place known to harbor unrelenting beasts, even before the void wreaked havoc.But then Niki was demonstrating, and she was all eyes upon the necromancer and intended insect – seeing if she could spy the threads pulling and altering, reviving for an instant or more. All she felt was something cold though, as if pulled from another dimension or region, and then the butterfly was moving. She did loosen a very small gasp, not enough to disturb anything, but certainly to quantify her surprise, fascination, and other emotions she couldn’t quite fathom or name. “Wow,” she offered too, then extended her hand outwards, towards the insect, so that it might walk or linger on her finger.
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
