[o] [Training] moth to the flame

MELITA

Content with the arrangement, Melita beamed at the approval, and then watched as Sohalia took her endeavors first. A bird, seemingly of its own free will (but likely not), soared downward, mulling over the rock until it hit with talons and screeched. Sila chirped back, seemingly encouraging.

“Nice,” the Honeybee commented, not wholly certain of Attuned skills in those regards – especially where shifting was usually the highlight of their parameters. Shrugging her shoulders and needling herself into place, her eyes narrowed, striving to concentrate, urging her focus into the magic spiraling along her veins.

And within the next few moments, a spray of confetti was laced around (and unbeknownst to her, any advantage towards any ally) – hitting the stone…just not with the intention of damage behind it. “Huh. Well,” she offered, nose wrinkling. “Your turn!”

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