MELITA
The events went on – and she watched as several were bucked off or fell, tilting her head, pleasantly surprised and amused. Only thereafter some of the festivities did she check the crowd again, fully intending to make this the public notions Ludo had requested.And there, amidst all the others, was poor ol’ Hawthorn.
She hadn’t forgotten traumatizing the man back in King’s End, and figured, hey why not do it again? “Be right back,” she offered to Iskra, before disappearing altogether, into invisibility measures.
Then she crept along, striving to blend and bend within footfalls and the chaotic rushes of other passersby witnessing the bull riding, sneaking and concealed. Within a few moments she was there, and rushing up from behind the poor Abandoned, she grabbed hold of his belt loops and tugged downwards, hoping the surprise was enough to make him not question anything. Maybe his pants just hadn’t been tight enough. Maybe he’d forgotten a belt. Maybe it was just pure happenstance and bad luck.
Before scooting back, out of the way.
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Melita tries to pants Hawthorn while invisible.
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
