MELITA
With Darkeye’s assistance and Melita’s show of muscular, and determined, prowess, the pile of wood was completed quickly and efficiently. Dropping them down into the sand with a barely audible thunk against the granules, the youth lifted her head, using one of her hands to shield her eyes from the sun. Gazing down the length of the shoreline, glimpsing upon the manifested wood for future endeavors and bonfires, the youth nodded, content with the progress. “There. That’s done!” She dusted her hands together, before clambering to warpriest, vampire gourd, and dragonling. “All right, let’s go grab ourselves something to drink!” For the future, even in the brimming, looming darkness, there’d be some aspect of a party and entertainment. The honeybee refused to see or believe otherwise.{FIN}
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
