MELITA
Suddenly encompassed and snagged, the youth laughed, and all the fibers of whatever had been mustered in months gone by seemed to unravel and unfurl. If her hands hadn’t been full, she would’ve pulled Ru in return, but even Melita knew better than to get precious garments tainted by the ash. Luckily, for her, none of her clothes were nice enough to warrant the notions. “A stroll, out here?” The honeybee liked it enough, but hadn’t Hotaru been in the Greatwood? “What have you been up to?” Released from the hug thereafter, she stuffed a small pile into her bag, hands already coated and stained in the grayish hues.As for her reasons, her mouth curled into an easygoing, excited, ebullient grin. “I’m on a quest from Ludo!” Fangorn, not wanting to be forgotten, fumbled his way along brush and ash too, vines intermingling and waving at Hotaru.
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
