MELITA
“It’s okay.” Except it wasn’t, and maybe it never would be – always out of reach, always behind her eyes, those fragments, those ghosts, those pieces and particles of family she’d be able to have again. Maybe she hadn’t cherished enough, in those whimsical, mercurial days of floating amongst wildflowers and singing sweet tunes of nothingness – paltry and trifle, and all she could’ve craved now, after seasons spent rooting amongst despair. Her eyes went back down to the antlers in her hands, refining several points, so they appeared sharp, guarded. Sunjata’s influence on the land seemed to be more than just flavors and romances of the week though – and it was nice to hear his essence wasn’t wholly constructed in seduction and mayhem. “I’m sure he’s glad to have you around to help,” was spoken softly, but assured, a strong set to her jaw, to her lifted chin, while she worked.
What did she do was another inquiry entirely – nothing ever really set in stone. “I used to help hunt monsters with the Monster Hunter’s Guild.” Then the girl shrugged, as if this had been fleeting, which was too bad, because it was an embedded, infused portion of her past she could glorify, something she knew how to do. “I was offered a job sailing, so, I’ll probably do that.” Her nose wrinkled, some dissatisfaction swirling around her gilded gaze, before she let it pass by, shaking her head, as if to war away something else sticking in its thorns. “Sometimes it’s hard to figure out where you fit.”
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
