[se] an eternity of other things

MELITA

While the merman didn’t seem particularly put off by the notions, Melita’s nose still held its wrinkled adornments, mind clearly taken the matter to heart. Her eyes flickered over the canals, and the edges, wondering if those represented a possibility. “Maybe you could put them somewhere along the channel?” She imagined some of the other sea inhabitants might want to do the same – and it could be like a community gathering of sorts.

Her own offerings, or the meager amounts that would be left of them by the time she was through (breaking off another piece for Fangorn), wouldn’t be set by the ocean. An earnest smile reached along her features once more, as she popped a piece of the pastry corner in her mouth. “At my home, in Aumakua.”

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