MELITA
Not encouraged by his excuses, nor very apologetic for existing, and not bothering anyone when she’d gone to obtain her item, Melita could only roll her eyes again and wave it off. Perhaps he’d learned something from it – or face a harder lesson later on, with someone else that was all too content to bludgeon another. Her eyes went to the companion instead, a black panther, as it slunk out of the tree line. If it weren’t clearly apprehensive, her hand might’ve tightened over her weapon again, but her gaze narrowed instead, pinpointing the locations of Fangorn (behind her ankles, peering out cautiously) and Sila (flying down to her with the flora in her talons). “Congratulations,” she murmured. “Where did you get her?”
As for why she was out here, the youth snorted, acquiring the object from Sila’s outstretched claws, before the dragon returned to perch on her shoulder, staring at the large cat. “I needed a vine for Ludo. I’m trying to upgrade my bow.”
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
