MELITA
Her gaze meandered over more books and spines: ‘Battering Banshees’ and ‘Are the Alpina Really All Bad? – an essay by Henry Sheeplover’, before drawing her attention back to her uncle, brow arching at the statement. Loose ends could signify literally anything, and though she’d wanted to pry, she kept it back against her teeth. They’d certainly had to wait long enough to have all that happiness out of the myriad of plots, happenstances, circumstances, and upheavals; perhaps waiting a little longer wasn’t going to break the mold. “Ah, gotcha. Anything you guys think you’ll need?” She had her own concoction brewing in the back of her mind, already bent towards what she had contained in her bag, but it’d be nice for any future Honeybee ideas.‘Things with her’ could be all over the place – especially in the Iskra department, but she wasn’t really certain how best to explain, and then, opted out of it entirely. Those notions might be best for someone like Ru. Or no one at all. Pretending her ears and cheeks didn’t turn the slightest shade of pink, and she’d blame it on the ridiculous lighting in here anyway, she hummed, patrolling the next row of tomes. “Oh, Ludo things. I got my invisibility upgraded, so now I’m considering asking about other magic. Gonna travel to Halo when they have their snowball fight nonsense.” The booping enterprise fresh in her mind, and chaos and taunting Iskra on the latter. “King’s End shit goin’ good?”
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
