MELITA
Can’t do anything couldn’t possibly be true. Melita had been on this realm for almost two years now, and knew, had learned, how the races seemed to range. “Maybe you’re like me then!” Accepted – her smile growing, blooming, while her hands worked. So few had been: at some point they all seemed to choose somewhere else to take root and blossom. “That means you can summon the gods.” How powerfully she wasn’t certain – shrugging her shoulders, waiting for the inevitable series of questions to follow.At least their sister had made it through Fiat Lux; the memories fanning out from her cranium, a shake of her head as she sought not to relive it. “That’s good for her, then.” And in time the enchantments would likely change and morph, becoming stronger and fiercer, more than just protecting.
To hear Mr. Sunjata caused the slightest of giggles and snorts. “Sunjata is my uncle.” Her eyes followed to which materials they chose, and then placed the makeshift gun off to the side, pondering which things to pick for Peter, whom she knew much less. Maybe a snowflake, since he had gone to Halo? She didn’t want to choose anything representing the family he’d belonged to – which snagged a slight sneer inwardly. “Hopefully,” came out a little winsome, before shrugging her shoulders and returning to work.
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
