MELITA
When nothing dramatic or angry seemed pinpointed her way, which given the course of her actions was rare nowadays, the relief was a potent thing. It slid down her shoulders and up through her Cheshire grin to follow, head tilting as if she was contemplating something devious. “That’s fair.” Stormbreak seemed like it sucked ass, Torchline was the best, and the Greatwood had multitudes to offer in terms of flower shit.The inquiry about her incantations unfurled the further depths of her smile. “Oh – lots! So far its made me take naps, turn into a frog, the water blast thing,…” she began rattling them off on her fingers. “I think I accidentally healed someone the other day. But I’m also not sure how much or how many options there seem to be. Thought I would try it all out here.” Where she wasn’t likely to run into anyone. “You’re welcome to join, or if you’ve got something you need to work on.” She wouldn’t make the Attuned an actual target, but maybe she had things up her sleeve she’d be more willing to try – out of dangerous proportions.
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
