MELITA
Melita would like to think she’d learned to listen too. While impulse often took over, there’d been far more thought placed into her movements and motions lately, then the residual, emboldened platitudes. So she tilted her head and did the same for Darkeye; because he seemed to be taking some of it to heart. It was difficult, especially for those who planned, to have to deal with forks in the road, she supposed – especially for someone seemingly as determined as the priest.“I think you’d be welcome,” and she nodded, chin jutting out towards the beach. “Most of us hang out by the sea, drink, and have a good time.” Which was much better than waiting for monsters to show up. “Prepare your stuff at home, but then you can come out here.” The youth shrugged, and then carried a few more sticks into another pile – expecting, craving the impending bonfires.
Fangorn snagged at the pieces instantly with his vines, and finding them favorable, gave a hearty grumble in reply. Sila did much of the same, tucking herself behind the vampire gourd’s wider frame, both of them enjoying their meal in residual peace.
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
