MELITA
Fangorn and Sila both were observant – enough to notice Lilliane well before Melita did, head downward as she found another decent piece of driftwood. The alert only came from Sila’s sudden movement, darting behind the honeybee’s legs while the gourd, familiar with the other Accepted by now, gave a hearty wave of his vines.Arms full of the timber, the youth could only smile in return. “Hello!” There was half a comment about seeing any water horses lately that settled on her tongue, but she opted to rally away from that for the moment. “I’m all right. How about you?”
Sila gazed around the smuggler’s legs, tucking her wings in tightly. Difficult not to be noticed, perhaps, given her coloring, plumage, and such, or Melita’s pride in her existence. “Yes! This is Sila!”
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
