MELITA
One would have to wonder just how restful these random and infrequent naps were, or the amount of time lapsed within – so given the abrupt movement, and the yelling, she started mumbling something, not quite awake yet. “Someone always screaming,” before groggily opening her eyes and glancing upwards.An instant, inherent reaction thereafter was to swing her fist.
Whether or not it connected might not have mattered, because soon she was stretching, yawning her arms wildly, seemingly unbothered where she’d landed or was currently. Leaning back, she gazed at Iskra, mind clearly not registering much. “Oh hey.” Then she glanced around at the setting, noting her offerings at the shrine, and Fangorn and Sila both eyeing her with looks of mortification. “Did I fall asleep again? Sorry. Was trying for something else.” Patting at his knee, she drifted up, brushing off the dirt and soil from her dress.
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
