MELITA
Her eyes went to the axes again, much more appealing now that they weren’t being flung in her, or her companion’s, direction. “Oh? Did you get them made by Frey?” Her own weaponry had been christened by Fae, Ludo, and Remi mostly, and Melita naturally presumed the Nature aspects coincided with Darkeye’s antics. He didn’t seem like he’d appeal to the other side. As for the tooth, the Honeybee’s sat in her bag, preoccupied with her well-established weaponry, rather than the piece of ivory. “I’m not sure either. I wondered if it would be suitable armor?” Especially given its lighter weight – and considering she rarely used (any) protection.
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
