MELITA
Sila warned and trilled, enough to give Melita time to not be aiming or firing anything at Sohalia. Uncertain what to say or do in front of the Luminary, given the last time they’d met had been amidst Halo and fighting off a yeti before Sohalia could escape, the Honeybee kept herself mildly reserved until she could witness the other’s approach. When it was all cheer, and nothing seemingly barked, incensed, or maddened, a mild amount of relief went through her shoulders; though she’d never give it that name. “Oh hey Soh,” she waved, and Fangorn grumbled from the shoreline as the dragon hovered over, slowly easing herself downward. “Practicing my wild magic – except it's kinda hard to do,” given the whole chaotic point of it all. She wasn’t even sure if she’d experienced and unfurled everything available to her in its range and complexity.
Her eyes went from the mist and lake, then back to the Attuned; some reminders in her brain to be gentle, rather than bestial and barbaric. “What’re you up to?”
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
