MELITA
It didn’t sound like a rut to Melita, but perhaps she didn’t understand all the insinuations that came with such a statement, so she nodded, taking the information for what it was worth. Instead, they angled along towards some designated sanction and sanctum of its own, the breeze flickering and bounding along dresses and hair, wild bouts of untamed portions thriving as their mercurial existences continued to prevail too. She arched her brow in return though, a malicious turn of her nose confronting the sea edges and winds. “Oh Jack probably just wants to make connections.” For whatever nefarious purpose – though the Honeybee couldn’t fathom many even being able – not when half the time they barely fucking survived LongNights. She held no favor with the Grounds, not after everything that had been taken or shackled or tethered, so she clenched her jaw and mulishly lifted her features to the sky. “I know Darkeye wanted to do a lot with it, but that’s way too much for one person. Or even two, including Noah.”
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
