MELITA
For once, the youth calmly walked from the trail by her house and down towards the sea – and only because she was laden with lanterns. They were precious from multiple standpoints and memories, and caution, care, had gone into them where, in most aspects of her life, it usually didn’t exist. With her hands full, Fangorn graciously carried paints and brushes, and Sila oversaw from overhead, until they’d made it towards warm sands and a rock to refurnish and clean the beacons.Placing them down gently, she surveyed her surroundings – outcroppings of people milling closer to docks, some toying about in the waves, others drinking nearby – Hels screeching overhead. Nothing threatening or damning.
Then she settled herself along the fine grains too, content with their chosen spot, before grabbing hold of Nate’s. Remembering her promise to Sunjata, she figured she’d start there, and work her way over to the others waiting nearby.
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
