MELITA
“Hm. Well, all right,” and because she had a penchant for shiny things (especially rocks – perhaps she was part crow in another life), she pocketed the earring, regaining her prior standing from the crouch. “Give me a moment.” Her gourd, however, surveyed the mermaid with a mixture of curiosity and neutrality, and watching the brief interaction, she snorted. “This is Fangorn,” she noted before turning abruptly towards the market, following the aroma of promised pastries.Buzzing along, it didn’t take her more than a few bounding, leaping strides before she swept into the nearest stall, eyes sweeping over the semblances of victory. A great haggling began between her and the merchant, cheeky overtures and extended, capricious elements, but by the end of it her trade was finalized, and she returned to the sea-dweller and companion with a bag filled to the brim with delicious prizes.
Settling down on the canal edge again, feet dangling in the water, she procured several for his choosing. “This one is filled with strawberry jam,” a luxury for this season, “this one with chocolate,” and then she hummed, digging into hers already. “This one has ham and cheese.”
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
