MELITA
Melita was here for the spectacle – the chaos, the events, Iskra ’s outfit, and the potential victims of future Ludo quest incidents. Her eyes widened as she listened to quite a few opt to participate, because based on her previous experiences (i.e. that tournament), she figured she’d just use the opportunity of gathered people to go pants someone later.Not a fan of jeans, she’d opted for a more country-fried dress, that way she could still hide all her knives. The boots were a hard no, but she left her hair down. She’d already eyeballed Iskra’s mountain man cowboy crossover with a mixture of amusement and uncertainty, but patted him on the shoulder for the effort.
Hovering near his elbow, and realizing her uncle was going to be a part of it (she tried not to roll her eyes at the obvious riding innuendo), she snorted, before glancing around and casing the perimeter of people. “Do you think they’re taking bets?”
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Melita’s spectating and looking for victims~
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
