MELITA
She hadn’t realized her friend had Attuned – watching as Lily shifted from human to cat; the auburn chords and green eyes still there (resoundingly Lily), and the audacity, the boldness, tucked and scorched within. A warm ring of laughter exuded from the youth, rather than envy like it might’ve been in the past, kneeling down automatically to scratch at her friend behind the ears. “Well, congratulations!” There was half a moment where she was tempted to pull a reed or grass to wave in front of the feline’s face, but she figured it might’ve been a little insulting, and refrained. Instead, Fangorn ambled forward and grumbled, hissed, his own form of signature greeting, animal to animal, friendly and amiable just the same.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
