MELITA
Her brows rose, gilded eyes flickering back to Quanil. “Oh, a theory? Like what?” As someone who’d assisted in besting and slaying a banshee, she was intrigued, pondering what else could be effective against similar monsters. Danger and treachery were, unfortunately, seemingly part of Caido – and every other land she’d lived within. Survival and the Loreseeker’s sounded like enough to Melita – something an individual could sink their teeth into, grasp, grow from. That might’ve been her intention behind joining the Monster Hunter’s Guild, besides being comfortable with the segments and sentiments of violence, vehemence, and vitriol. Perhaps they were all just moving on and forward from it now. “Maybe something within the guild will really spark your interest, and you can go from there.” An ebullient smile accompanying, her eyes hastened to their work, while complimenting hers. “Thank you,” bobbing her head a little. “What are you making?”
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
