MELITA
Paint-stained and generous, she didn’t expect anything from Ronin after the initial invitations, but more came, allowance to come to the guildhall anytime she wished, welcome on far more than just the threshold. She could feel her eyes widening in surprise and shock, and then instantly beholden and smiling again, one of those vibrant, exuberant beams of light and awe. “Thank you! That’d be wonderful!” To feel welcome again; she didn’t quite have the words to describe the sensation, but it was overwhelming and glorious just the same. Caido had a way of acceptance that was touching and comforting, tranquil and serene in the right circumstances (just not in mobs or tension).“You’re welcome!” She sparked and kindled again when everything seemed finished and finalized, the touch-ups terrific despite some paint scattered along the ground, herself, and eventually Fangorn too (it didn’t help when he leered so close to her ankles, a dangerous zone beneath a flourishing artiste). As for anything in return, Ronin had already given her enough. An offering of training, open doors to the guild’s building, and an extension to hunt monsters was substantial. Perhaps he was simply one of those people who provided and presented, with no qualms, no regrets. “Oh no, I probably owe you more now!” She laughed, and then placed her paintbrush back into the remnants of hues and colors, letting it rest with the finishing touches. “Do you need anything else done?”
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
