MELITA
Melita swallowed down the huff brimming in her throat at the initial apology. The eyeroll towards the canopy remained properly conveyed, however, and then she watched Sila snag and grab at the vine, before twisting downward, and out of the way of whatever was coming.The Honeybee’s entire form tightened though, waiting, until Darkeye’s figure emerged from between the trees. “You probably could’ve just started with that.” What would’ve happened if he’d hit either Fangorn or Sila? They both probably knew the answer.
Lowering her bow, and only to put away the greenery, she permitted her dragon to land along her shoulder, and Fangorn to tuck himself behind her ankles. Heaving another breath, her head tilted, studying the scenery, gaze narrowing so she might snag at whatever the warpriest was talking about. “Do you mean a companion?”
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
