MELITA
Perhaps they were less than impressed with the ability to summon gods; but Melita would always find the notion fascinating. Maybe it was simply the roles they all played, or that she’d come from a world so similar, and yet so different all at the same time. As far as not having the means or reasons to do it, the youth shrugged, lifting her head at the notion of memories. “I’ve summoned Ludo a couple times. It saved me once from a giant vampire gourd.” She reached over to Fangorn, scratching the top of his head. “Staffs and books are good too though.” Her eyes, sparking with some edge of mischief and merriment, returned to her laden project, maneuvering away from the snowflake intentions, and more towards luxere antlers. The mentioning of her familial traits with Sunjata seemed to cause some interest though. “We’re from different worlds. My father was from his though.” What good it had ever done; hardly known, several looks towards the lives he’d created before escaping, evading them entirely. The V notes on Sunjata’s language made her laugh, an etching of warmth and delight in the otherwise somber affair. “Korofian does seem to have a lot.” But she wasn’t about to spark or sizzle the variety of words she knew in the speech, since many of them were curses, and usually reserved for her adversaries.
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
