Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And why had Vi not been cure enough? Was he not the God of Life? What, possibly, could be strong enough that the God alone was not able to fix it? Or was it more bullshit along the lines of oh but we don't know if you really want to stay alive if you're not willing to make sacrifices? Still: it's enough to be an uncomfortable thought. Was it something the Voice had created? But if so, why?There's too many questions, and not enough answers. And this is not where he wanted the day to go. He wanted to escape, to roam and fly beneath the stars, hunt and laugh and enjoy something simple, not.. not get to here.
Slowly, carefully, the large dragon moves from the puddle to the eagle. His claws sink into the soft loam, his movement hobbled by the moushroom still clutched in his front paw. Here, he rumbles as he bends his head to touch the point of his muzzle to her feathers, offering her the moushroom. It's a sizeable meal for an eagle, and nothing at all for a dragon. For you.
and turns me to gold in the sunlight
Aamu
