MELITA
Melita’s brow furrowed – not out of anger or frustration, but genuine curiosity and bewilderment. “How did it affect them?” She’d never heard of hues reflecting more damage or better defenses, but she was nosey enough to wonder if it were at all possible. And while he didn’t need to lecture her on what Frey stood for – she was well aware – the pronoun use was still a little baffling. The notions about armor caused her to shrug her shoulders. She hadn’t needed it before, but with war coming…”Just thought it might be helpful.” Her eyes went to the panther, watching it carefully, not making any sudden movements or noises, uncertain how to progress. It didn’t seem dangerous, but that could account for a large amount of animals here.
So Fangorn waved his vines, far more empathetic.
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
