MELITA
Melita wasn’t much a frequenter of libraries – and mostly for the fact that she rarely kept still long enough to stare at the spines or make her way through tomes. Stormbreak’s massive Archive was intriguing though, but maybe because of the company, rather than the stuffy, stony atmosphere. Though, it just made her thoroughly more tempted to hold another chaotic event, if just to see the Karens weep and cry and whine.
Glancing at Sunjata instead as she pretended to study a section called “Monsters of the Deep”, she sighed, billowing a portion of crimson hair out of her face, hands carefully behind her back, as if she were far more innocent than she could ever possibly convey. “Soooooo…how are the wedding plans going?” It was peacetime after all. Void nonsense gone and done.
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
