MELITA
The honeybee gave the warpriest an earnest nod, before dumping another pile of dried sticks, twigs, and some very interesting, warped driftwood. “You’re welcome.” Brushing her hands off, she surveyed the multiple spots where she’d placed the timber, pondering how many more would be required. “We probably only need one more big heap,” and she pointed a little further down, where there wasn’t a mass yet. Then they could enjoy some drinks or whatever – Melita didn’t cease and desist from a little day drinking now and then.Once the pair had gobbled down the meat pieces, they seemed far more content, and though Sila maintained her distance, she was game to romp along the sand without too many side-glances at Darkeye. Fangorn, for his protective part, waved his vines in gratitude and appreciation, but ensured the hatchling stayed close by.
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
