MELITA
Biting her lip, and then inhaling a sharp breath, the youth forged and steeled herself again, the glimpse of vulnerability and overwhelmed proportions tucked away for a later moment. With Fangorn and Sila at her heels, she nodded, following the Valkyrie out the door and into the bursts of sunlight and warmth. “Just exploring, mostly,” being a little shit didn’t encompass a whole lot. "What about you?” Last she’d known there’d been Enzo, and the Academy, and everything else intermingled with triumph and loss. Snaking her arm along Hotaru’s elbow, she led them all along to an outset proportion of large rocks and soft knolls overlooking the cliff, the sea, the rush of waves lapping against rocky walls. At the Ark inquiry though, she offered the briefest grumble. “Jack wants to go to the Grounds. I might’ve insinuated it would be a waste of his time.”
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
