MELITA
She nudged back in return, rising from her position on the sand, and subsequently crouching to place all the remaining rocks and stones back into her bag. A snort followed in the quip about Jack; because she wasn’t certain the Captain would ever admit it. Regardless, with the gifts given, there were a few more to send off in letters, in packages made heavier and lighter by the bundles of what they contained and meant. “Sounds good!” Hastening forth all the bounty, assured Fangorn was following, the youth orchestrated her usual means of movement and motion, all chaos and fragments of fire, as they journeyed away from volcanic roots and back towards market squares. {FIN}
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
