MELITA
Nice, Sohalia said, and Melita ignored the clench of her own jaw, the stiffening of her shoulders. “Yeah,” she agreed, though with a lot less enthusiasm and more dread curled and collected in the corners of her mind. Shaking it off, she watched with interest as the birds dispersed, and a tiger came into view. She glanced pointedly at Sohalia, perhaps in a ‘are you serious’ sort of look, waiting for something outrageous and dangerous to happen (and then she’d shoot it!). “Oh. Huh. Well. You may want to move it.”
Waiting for the Attuned to do just that, the Honeybee took a big breath, and then unfurled the rest. In a repetitive pattern, at least from earlier counterparts, the incantations unwound in a absurd display of water cannoning at the rock – blasting and sending a spray of droplets everywhere.
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
