MELITA
That kind of forging technique sounded like magic to Melita, but she wouldn’t argue the point, too ignorant and uncertain. Still intriguing and neat, regardless of how it had come to work. “Maybe you’ll be able to do that for all of your weapons now.” With a shrug and a light grin, the Honeybee might’ve stated something else, but the subject altered and changed rapidly.War and survival. Friends on both sides. She had family on either, reluctant end too, and her fingers instinctually closed, nails tapering into her palm. And while Fangorn offered some consolation pats to the panther, the Honeybee’s eyes watched it cautiously, as a predator might survey another, suddenly longing to leave. “I can show you another time, if you’d like. I want to get these vines to Ludo soon, though.” Another grin immersed, not quite catching her eyes. “And same. I hope we all find a way to survive this.”
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
