MELITA
“So it sounds like you have what you wanted.” A brighter smile, lifting her head from the confines of the rolling snow, volleyed and rallied along Melita’s features. Family in bonds and blood, sanctified by the press of this world and the next. Maeve would likely always have someone to turn to in her flock at the Halenani, and then her child, her partner, to depend upon and keep safe. To the honeybee, this seemed picturesque; completely unaware of any fault lines that had appeared along the way.With a hum and a shrug, she continued, and while the Nightshade worked on the second proportion, she started making the top. Smaller, rounder, and no need to carry so much weight of the sticky fluff, the youth finished hers off quickly. Fangorn, warm and compassionate despite his eerie and enigmatic features, noted Aidon’s attempts, and quickly shuffled off to help. The vines could at least help shape and whittle away some of the lumpier edges.
The youth’s eyes flickered over to Maeve’s work. “That looks good! Now we can put them together.”
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
