MELITA
Nodding at the notions of Ru recovering from everything, and Melita not even knowing half of the shape of the debacle, she merely nodded at the shrug; figuring her gift would at least be utilized in whatever facet they wanted. Twisting her head to glance back at the books, she huffed a breath at ‘Merryweather’s Favorite Mushrooms’, but inclined her attention back to her uncle at the inquiry. “Oh yeah – I have one where if I see someone use an ability, I can boop ‘em and use it too. But I want it like, y’know, really potent.” It’d unlock quite a multitude of possibilities, from potentially channeling to unfurling incantations she never would’ve been able to utilize otherwise. She grinned at that, a little more mischief embedded into the smirk, as she tiptoed her way around another column of books, still not finding one gathering her interest.Though the subject of King’s End and Jack had its way of meandering down her notions too. She’d heard minimal things – enough to keep the rumor mill going – from how he’d been outcast himself due to Flora’s antics (genuinely, the Honeybee wouldn’t have been surprised, and she’d probably cheer for the Doubletake if she’d known how everything had truly occurred), another about how he’d been banished entirely, and one remarked upon how the good Captain had simply been bored of it all. “I’d…heard, but like, none of what actually went down.” At which she glanced towards her uncle again, presuming he’d fill her in.
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
