MELITA
Melita tilted her head, brandishing Darkeye with a certain look – signifying the broad stretch of his statement was false. Ignorant. “But they are that powerful. They’ve slain many people.” She scoffed and snorted, shaking her head. “I don’t know where you got the idea that they’re easily dispatched. Or that you’re more capable than them.” She glanced at him up and down, and then persisted in her collection.Fangorn waved his arms, either to waylay the harsh notions of the honeybee’s blunt veracity, or to be remain the ambiguous beacon on the beach. Sila noticed the man’s profferred jerky, reaching out a muzzle in a distinct flaring of her nostrils; clearly intrigued. Melita nodded in turn, but she was clearly stewing over the implications of LongNight and its potential, thriving monsters still lurking in the midst.
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
