MELITA
Melita already had a cluster of flower crowns on her head, incapable of picking just one, and so they were blended together in a formation of orange, crimson, and lavender blossoms and petals; whatever she’d managed to find along forest edges and oasis scavenging. Some were already free and trickling down through her locks, and continued traipsing, skipping, and bounding towards the festivities without a single care; free to unburden herself from the trappings of winter, from the burdensome, overbearing whims of everything else before. No LongNight now. No blight now. No hostile, blistering, scathing tendencies billowing and curling through her ears. She wouldn’t let any of it hold her back – sunshine smiles and daffodil maneuvers, casting fond waves and merriment through her nymph maneuvers along the crowd. “Hi Remi!” as she passed through, the same delivered to Jigano, Sunjata, Amun, Oliver, and Phoebe – coasting her way along stalls and games, pondering which to choose; Fangorn rustling behind.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
