MELITA
Her eyes took in the approaching figure, and then she subsequently laughed. Ironic, coincidental, or entirely on purpose – it was difficult to surmise or say – but the notions were appreciated nonetheless. Quickly and efficiently, while Fangorn bounded and bobbed along the sand to meet up with the fellow smuggler, Melita tucked away all the objects, back into her bag, for later moments. Then she strode out to meet them.A hearty wave and an effervescent smile curled and conformed. “Hello! What brings you out here?” The vampire gourd shimmied his vines around, maybe a coaxing gesture for Milo to come join them by the flames again, though Melita was sorely lacking in marshmallows for this go around. “I was inspecting my latest rock haul,” applying her own actions before he could even inquire, before skipping and frolicking down the lanes below the volcanic dominion.
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
