MELITA
The vampire gourd, content in his guarding abilities, ambled back to stand in somewhat of a protective distinction for Sila, who’d begun peeking further out from around Melita’s ankles. The honeybee, to her credit, snagged at the young, flying lizard, and placed her along her shoulders, where she then wrapped herself along neck and shoulders. “Oh yes,” she beamed to both, proud of her achievements, even as the hatchling dug further into her curtain of hair. “She’s a bit shy though, sorry.”As for the task, she ambled forward, grabbing some more of the wood angled towards the jungle. “I suppose it depends on if the all the monsters truly are gone,” she’d heard about the one in Halo last year, after all. And while she had no misgivings towards shooting any of the wayward demons, others might not be so suited. “We used to line the houses with snow moss,” for the quiet, to muffle their movements, pretend they didn’t exist. “Lure luxere, for their light,” the beguiling enchantments sometimes enough to keep the cretins at bay. “Block the windows. And gather plenty of firewood, rations, things people needed for hunkering down for a week.”
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
