[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

MELITA

She hummed, gathered more flowers crowns in her hands, rummaging and perused stalls, incapable of deciding where she craved to venture first – intricacies and recollections of yesteryear, where she’d floated and wandered for the longest time. Eventually she came back to the entrance, eyes tracing over those milling about, arms tucked behind her breath as she strived to match a hum with Lily’s song billowing over the grounds. It had a wondrous beat, so eventually she was gliding in time with it, a wild, avaricious essence all over again, but without her weapons, without her assailments, only the petals in her hands – glance chancing over, recognizing Nathaniel and his brooding outline, pondering some antics of wickedness or mischief. In the end though, she spared him the notion of any other ruffian regard, instead skirting over in silent, stealthy conflagration, and tossing one of the crowns his way, hoping her precision meant it landed right on his head; before sticking her tongue out, intending to rampage away.

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