MELITA
No magic so far – but that could hold different connotations. “Can you shift into animals then?” She nodded at their sister’s intriguing abilities: capable of instilling puffs of air. “How so?” Not meant to make them relive some horrific venture, but out of simplistic curiosity, and she kept bending and twisting the makeshift, stick gun, until the saplings seemed to be rendered in place, and she tied them accordingly with twine. Her eyes darted over to the materials they chose, but shrugged, waiting for something to take shape before surrendering to further inquiries. “Oh, no. I just like archery.” Liked the feel of the bow, the string, in her hands – to know she had some power behind it, a target, a direction, a snap of the taut threads, and a searing flash of fire echoing beyond it. When they noted the object in her hands, she managed a light chuckle, no offense taken. “This is supposed to be a gun. Or what I know of them.” Which wasn’t much of anything, just that he’d been fond of them. “Adam had one.”
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
