MELITA
The Honeybee waltzed into the Oerwoud, and its garland-lined route system (helpful, since it meant none of them should get lost on their way to the festivities), with the air of complete utter confidence. Despite the fact that Jack had to finish making her dress for her, and there were obvious bloodstains on it – she could pretend it was part of some spring…death ambience.With weaponry tucked here and there under the frilly lace, she sauntered amidst the world with her two companions, also outfitted for the occasion. Well, she’d tried anyway. Fangorn had already eaten the flowers she’d twirled and curled around some of his vines, and Sila’s were falling off her wings, but attempts had been made.
Regardless, she sauntered and skipped around the large meadow barefoot and careless, having already snagged an apple, looking around for someone to harass, annoy, or tease.
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{SE} if god's the game that you're playing Ghilio Offering
{se} a preference for clashing metal Outfit Making
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
