MELITA
With Fangorn content in his nest, with insects to gnaw on (a gratified, content grumble to Haai for the lovely thought), Melita was free to mingle, to observe, to listen in her own designated space. Her eyes drifted to those coming in, drifting along the congregation, those seeking respite in either alcohol or company, eyes flickering over the newest occupants. To Adam she gave a smile, wondering if he’d ever used the bow she’d made him, to Loren a nod, and had she have even seen Remi there would have been an extended welcome and bombardment of energy towards the alchemist (but alas, gone before she would have ever realized), and a jovial grin to Amun. At Sunjata’s words, her features bloomed, narrowing her eyes, smile contorting and curling in the grandest sort of mischief. “Thank you!”Then she peeled her way along the bar, humming thoughtfully, grabbing some food, and then pondering over the drink selection. It wouldn’t be quite as fun as the last time she’d partaken (Ampere’s celebration party, far too young and far too stupid) simply because she had permission now, but still worth the effort, pouring herself something fruity, and then roaming over to her appointed area.
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
