MELITA
More circumstances and trials, a vibrant sigh flickering through her lungs as even poor Quanil required healing now. But she could at least follow the instructions, grabbing hold of the drinks tray quickly, rushing back, while tottering dizzily, back towards the basket. While it grumbled, maneuvered, and hissed underneath the weight of the object, she slid the tray beneath. Then, she tried to lift the entire assemblage without swaying or dropping anything, hastening towards the door. “I’ll be back in a moment,” using her back to open the aperture, and sliding out towards the woods. The whole intention was to remove the gourd without maiming or murdering, since it was essentially part of Fangorn’s rather brutal family. When she’d successfully dropped the tray, basket, and vampire pumpkin combination, she might’ve given the animal a hefty kick towards the underbrush, and then intended to return straight to the bar, wandering back into the midst quickly and efficiently.
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
