MELITA
Stunned, a little shocked, a little stupefied, quite unlike her normal antics, the girl simply watched as Quanil ripped their shirt, and handed her the bottom. She nodded, the pain pressing, crossing over her sight. Something in her senses felt like she was swimming, and she sat down on the closest chair, placing the fabric against her wound. There were shouts and clatter, and her eyes were suddenly incapable of focusing on much of anything, staring at the glass on the floor, a deep, forbearing wondering shaking through her, fingers trembling no matter how hard she stoked against the blood.Fangorn soon returned, nestling beside her ankles, deeply upset, given the nature of everything falling apart around them – incapable of finding the last gourd, and Melita hurt. His hisses were quiet, but no less agonizing, through her heart.
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
