MELITA
Melita had made reckless ambition a habit as of late, and for the moment, she clambered along barefoot on the edge of the canals, testing her balance. A few swaying moments back and forth elicited a few giggles, worthwhile laughter while Fangorn watched on from a safer vantage point (could vampire gourds roll their eyes?), not even hiding his snort. Presuming she’d be fine and safe even if she did fall, given the anklet resting along her skin, she was only fueled by dexterity, audacity, and emboldened endeavors.Hums began under her breath, coaxing away the source of any inhibitions or apprehension. Unaware of what stormed away, Torchline placid in its autumn approach, she merely began to proclaim actual intentions for the day to her companion. “We need sweets for Ludo this time,” she uttered, another wobble beginning through her arms, before righting herself again with a satisfactory grin. “Maybe we can find some shaped like skulls or something.” Or masks. Or dolls. Toys of any assortment.
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
