MELITA
Greatwood inspired a whole new level of possibilities, and while her mind swarmed with the potential, his comment slid through her mind. It concocted another gasp, though not as delighted this time, and a light smack on his upper arm. “Don’t you dare,” she hastened, trying not to imagine Goose running around gobbling the little moushrooms up like they were just a paltry snack. Offended on their behalf, she huffed and backed out of her crouch, shaking her head. “Good luck little ones. Don’t let Goose ever find you.” Pretending like she hadn’t been other animals’ own tempestuous storm coming their way and obliterating everything in her path, she scurried back over to trail markers and signs, breezily going through names – striving to find titles and frameworks that would inevitably give her an edge when it came to the bingo board. And amusements, naturally. “Had enough of banshees for a while,” she murmured, loud enough to be in a stage-whisper situation for Iskra alone. “Jack has a Cat Sith…,” pondering, and looking back and forth at her card (not even bothering to hide her motivations at this point), she ended up segmenting on the potentials of a blackened beast. Beaming back up at him with only the mere air of a conspiracy, she grinned. “What about the Shadowfangs?” Or, if they had any fortune at all, the Starwhales, but she kept that one at the back of her mind. If that was the case, she could make her own karma and kismet. She’d done it before.
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
