MELITA
A loud snort volleyed through her lungs at his inquiry. “Lost a lot of friends during LongNights.” And maybe that wasn’t the Grounds’ fault, but it was the place where they’d all been forced to stay, and by extension, something that made her hesitate stepping down upon again. “Seems to be a place of loss,” rather than renewal – because while some had tried, it never seemed to stick. Mostly all she’d done in her youth was experience those emotions – death, demise, deprivation of family – until survival was the only thing paramount in her mind. She twined her fingers along Fangorn’s vines as they lingered along her knees, withholding a sigh. Jack would be the type to try, with or without her explanations, so she wondered why she even bothered. Regardless, he’d learn either way. “Many seemed to struggle to just make it day to day there.” The Honeybee’s shoulders lifted up and down again, before her eyes went towards the sea; a comfort on its own. “I hope it’s changed since the war.”
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
