MELITA
In true facets, Melita hadn’t actually looked at which platform they were rising upon. Where it took them would remain a mystery for the next few minutes, as she glanced between shared hands and the unfurling of her bingo board, casting shrewd and furrowed brows at the remaining squares. She hadn’t though of the possibility of neither of them winning. Maybe they stayed until someone did, or it’d be a best out of whatever number scenario. Or perhaps her mind should be occupied on the fun, on him, on the aspects of them, rather than the silliness.
A combination, maybe, as the door dinged and the rest of them stepped off into a wide open menagerie of color and lush greens. “Ooh. Was this the spriggan stop?” Her mouth formed another round ‘o’ as they took in the sights and sounds; arrays of birds cawing in the distance, signs pointing in various directions of gardens and plantlife reaching towards decadent and wild canopies. She was reminded of both the Greatwood and Oerwoud, half expecting labyrinthine paths or trickles of water to unfurl before them. “Which way?” she permitted via choice, unless he wanted her to give in to the next potential and unwinding impulse.
Though, already partially distracted, she let out another gasp and reached for her stickers with a free hand. “Moushrooms!” came on a wild call, bending downwards to point at the little ones running alongside a fairy, Fae-esque portion of their enclosure. Thereafter, she placed her bingo proportions on the ‘tiny little babies you’d overthrow a nation for’ section.
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
