MELITA
“Hm. What’s holding you back?” She’d lived here before, after all, though Melita considered the possibility of Remi, and the whole business between children going back and forth. Not wanting to immerse herself too far into the complexities either, and figuring the Valkyrie wouldn’t want her embedded in the rush of dramatics, the youth simply continued sifting through the ash. She made another neat pile, collecting the bits and pieces of what was once timber and vegetation, placing it within her bag again, accumulating and cycling through the process. Unaware and ignorant of the ongoings between her chosen god and Ru’s unfortunate situation, she hummed under her breath again, changing her tune to another sea shanty. “A dragon,” and then her smile turned all the more Cheshire. After all, it couldn’t be just her and a pumpkin launching into battle. The craving had been there long before and still remained; enough for her to pursue and persist. “I need some of the ash for a nest.”
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
