MELITA
Sheer stubbornness reared its ugly head when she heard his demand – and for half a second, she considered fighting him on it. She should be able to finish it. But one more look at its misshapen and bloodstained form, and she merely sighed, allowing him to have it. It couldn’t look any worse for wear.Sighing, and placing her hand in her chin, she scratched the top of Fangorn’s head with the other. The implications of where they’d be going sent another pang of emotions through her. Dread and apprehension, maybe, along with the residual side effects of days spent hiding from the darkness along LongNight, or chasing after mysteries, striving to see their way out of the murk and sorrow that was the Hollowed Grounds.
But it’d changed. Perhaps for the better. She had no way of knowing. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she cast her eyes away from the Captain, and out towards sand and shoal. “You’re probably not missing much.”
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
