MELITA
By the time they were done with them, the prospects of any pastries remaining seemed very slim, but Melita eventually slowed down, distracted by the prospects of guarding desserts. “I can’t say I wouldn’t snag them either,” she openly admitted with a Cheshire grin, tilting her head and polishing off the remains of the chocolate, licking her fingers as she did so. “Hard labor…,” she murmured, imagining what it could be. “Could stick them out in the desert for a while.” The mention of the Ark brought another smile, remaining devil-may-care and outlandish. “Amazing! I don’t think I could begin to describe it beyond that.” Hopeful they’d go on another journey soon – she could imagine Jack scurrying out of the war’s path, unless Safrin sought his favor once more. “And I get to shoot the cannons!”
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
