[se] an eternity of other things

MELITA

Her nose wrinkled slightly, briefly lost in thought before the next one launched in rapid form. “Oh, a mermaid!” Hadn't she been a princess or something? Melita couldn’t recall – it clearly hadn’t stuck to her mind in between all the other nooks, crannies, distractions, melancholic venues, and impending war. But with his unfamiliarity, all the other inquiries lost their hold, and she shrugged her shoulders.

It seemed her own rambling had postured another question anyway. Standing upright, she pointed towards the bazaar. “We can get them at the markets. Or, I suppose, some people make them.” Which was not her – most of the time. The honeybee could probably manage it without burning the house down. “Do you guys have stuff where you all gather and trade?” Under the water?

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