MELITA
In the distance, the sound of water hitting multitudes of trees, rocks, and bushes echoed; likely disturbing any peace within the area.Followed by a raucous, “Hey! I did it!”
Because for all her abilities and concentration, the amount of chaos swirling about her wild magic had the Honeybee floored. Utilizing it to the best of her ability meant she’d simply have to either put some energy into it, or rely heavily on mere fortune. She wasn’t keen on the latter, but it might be all she had – so, content with the fortitude blistering through, she wondered if she could replicate it or simply angle another way to get another intended result.
Meanwhile, Fangorn rolled his eyes – but Sila, gentle and regal, flew overhead, spotting a familiar individual below the traces of boughs and mist. She gave a light trill towards Sohalia, and likewise the bird she was talking to, before hovering, then turning back the way she’d come – maybe the Attuned would follow.
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
