devils hide behind redemption

MELITA

She’d done this before too, in another time, another world, where lightning struck and thunderclouds roared, a distant, petulant thing stuck within reflective puddles and kingdoms she could never find again. The honeybee child watched with great enthusiasm, a cultivated, nuanced reverence savored in quiet platitudes when necessary, head tucked over his arm, eyes riveted upon the scene. Fangorn nestled against her ankles below, and she picked him up so he could bear witness too. Her gaze witnessed the ample wiggling, the cracking, the fissures, the promise of something thriving, arriving, out of the angles and shambles, out of the mud sticking to its quandaries. “Definitely,” she whispered, brief experiences still teaching her something. An egg; not clean or clear, but keen on relinquishing its hold. Curiosity held onto the scene with absolute inquiry, muffled little gasps when splits and ruptures were more apparent, emboldened, hastened into the void.

What eventually forced its way out into the sovereignty wasn’t wholly expected; though the entangled roots of her smile informed him it was worth savoring. “A griffin!” She whispered, still reverent and slightly cautious, backing a step away so Sunjata could bond, could understand, could note the clarity segmenting between them. Her stare fell to its wings, to its canine aperture, to its fluffy structure, detailed in beatific blends of colors – suiting, to be paired with an Attuned so readily in blue. She’d been a multitude of them amidst Helovia and the Rift, their generous constituents always eager and ready to serve; like Jigano’s Isuma. “Congratulations. Looks like you’ve got yourself a companion.” Then she patted his shoulder, bright and brilliant grin still varnished, listening to the gasp of surprise when the newborn bit down – barely withholding the ring of laughter.

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