MELITA
Once an idea had shaped its way into Melita’s impulsive, emboldened mind, it was often difficult to shake out. With respect, she could admit half of it had been garnered by Ludo, and begrudgingly, the other by Kai, but she’d like to think she would’ve gotten there, eventually. With the paper and sketches presided upon paper, and shoved deep into her pockets, she went searching for a She had to be careful on this round though – because if Iskra was there that day, the whole thing would go up in smoke. Opting to use her invisibility to scout around, she didn’t even have to tiptoe; submerged into silence and determination, her gilded gaze set upon the kiosks and merchants, recognizing some, but not pinpointing anyone in particular…until, of course. Niki. That little waif lad from the Greatwood with his dead bugs. Perfect.
Zooming over, she reappeared out of nowhere on a gust of ambition and a grin. “Niki! Just the man I was hoping to see!” Pulling up a chair before he could refuse, or scamper away, she leaned over the counter, eyes already perusing wares just to be nosy, before gazing back at him. “I have need of some items!”
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
