MELITA
She assumed everyone had heard about the debacle within the caves; the finer points, the hazardous, treacherous details might still have escaped. She didn’t want to know, not really, keeping her head down in the sand, even when Sunjata had been heavily involved in leading the group into the caverns. Her eyes went down to the desk again, studying its surface, smothering the sigh welling and quelling in her chest. They only came back up their introductions, smiling in spite of the subject matter, the notions at hand. “Nice to meet you, Quanil. I’m Melita. I wouldn’t mind.”Except she didn’t have as many memories as others did. They were scattered and silly mostly, and there were likely far more people suited to doing this than her. But it felt better than doing nothing at all. “I don’t need a drink, but thank you," waving that aside, mostly because she’d lose all her concentration and end up in some other mess. “I only really knew Adam, and not well. But we practiced archery together. And I made him a bow.” The grin returned for a moment, gone again when she wondered if he’d ever used it. If it was just one more thing in the ether, in the vestiges, forgotten.
While her fingers started contorting a makeshift arrow out of her raw materials, she decided against it, and formed them into something resembling that gun he boasted about. As she worked, she mused vaguely, brows furrowing in concentration. “You can always put something on the wall too. It’s there for everyone.” The inquiry of have you lost anyone before slid along her teeth, but she didn’t give it voice, not yet. Perhaps it’d be stupid, rude, to billow about anyway. Hadn’t everyone experienced loss?
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
