MELITA
Fangorn appreciated the pats and scratches wholeheartedly, relishing in them with a few grumbles and growls of contentment. Melita snorted at the antics, but patted the sand next to her, another invitation extended all the while. “At least you wandered somewhere decent.” Could’ve been somewhere beyond – threatening, and not so diverting. But the honeybee didn’t ask what he was pondering about – her question about Aurelia stirred behind her teeth, and only out of concern, but saved it in the back of her mind. As for her haul? “Oh, yes! Paige and I went to Rainbow Road and scouted out quite a few nice ones.” Here, she unfurled the contents: the bright ruby reds, glistening in the sun, the gilded factions sparkling like gold, the greens, the blues, pointing them out, waiting for some approval, hiding the other thing nestled in her bag.
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
