MELITA
Melita didn’t often receive letters, and by the time she’d found it amidst her sad, lonely, little mailbox, there hadn’t been much time to prepare for the whirlwind that was the Valkyrie. Perhaps that was for the best, considering both of their natures, and she could hear the door open, slam behind, and then a flurry of movement and motion descended upon the house as companions and Honeybee alike moved across floors.“Hello!” She chirped, obliging the hug, her brows creasing and furrowing only because of impending surprises. “The best?” The gilded set of her eyes maneuvered over to the wicker basket, completely unaware of the state of her window box flowers. “Like what?”
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
