MELITA
“You’re welcome,” she hummed; even if the Honeybee wasn’t well versed in being someone comforting or assuaging. She could listen, infuse her experiences with whatever wisdom or vitriol she had to spare, and then usually was that. But the notions had been calm and the demeanors compassionate, rather than full of vehemence and boldness. She could align, sometimes, with whatever the air and wind provided. She laughed at the notions though, shrugging her shoulders. “I usually fare all right,” depending on the circumstances she found herself bounding into. “Good luck, and I’ll catch you around.”
From there, the ladies could part, their lanterns finished and in hand.
{FIN}
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
