MELITA
Hadama was lucky and fortunate in his pursuits, because her restless and wandering beelining had nearly avoided the water. But the splash caught her attention, and so she snorted around the apple in her mouth, chewing contentedly before answering the sovereign. “Of course,” and she smirked, starting with the duller stuff first. “Fruit, mint, boar, vegetables…,” counting on her fingers, pretending these weren’t the finer courses lingering nearby. “And then some potatoes, pretty sure they drizzled honey on ‘em, and then you’ve got some seeds and stuff…sweets,” and she grinned again, perhaps waiting for him to pick an option she could inevitably toss his way.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
