MELITA
At the timeframe, she nodded, already getting up from her chair. Gods knew she’d be of little use to the mage; far too busy conversing or making a scene about something else to contribute much to the crafting portion of the day. “Sounds good! I’ll leave you be,” and she granted a modest salute, winking – before another grin launched itself upon her face, composed and comprised of merely mischief. “Oh, you’ll see!” Which meant anything from things blowing up to other methods of chaos she’d yet to concoct. The cannons were on the first line of business though.“Thanks again!” and before long, she disappeared – invisible once more to commit to further bidding and foolishness.
[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
