MELITA
“Gods, yes please,” she answered quickly, shutting whatever book she had just opened and placing it back on the shelf. Perhaps the Honeybee wasn’t much of a bookworm, or her mind was already lilting towards other thoughts and potentials – very much focused on the underlying secrets or the prospering unknown, going in many facets and directions. All of that speculation could mean nothing at all – of course – but she knew her uncle, and she knew Jack, and part of the latter was simply understanding anything was on the table; the capabilities vast. As for the other portions though…whether those ever came to life was more on the unlikely facets, despite the churning reasons melding through her head.Shrugging, she was already headed towards the door, louder than before, and indifferent to patrons narrowing their eyes at her. “There’s a fantastic place that grills nearby,” and then her hands were moving while she talked, opening the door to embark through streets and routes.
[FIN]
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
