MELITA
Melita gave the mer-King a swift nod, before she was dashing away to the table, snagging at the preferred food items. With a plate, a slice of boar, honeyed potato, and then the wide variety of sweets (popping several into her own mouth on the way by), the youth bounded back over with regular aplomb. She must’ve looked like some whirling dervish through the entire ball, but remained wholly indifferent to the motions. “Here you go!” She passed them back to Hadama, before being interrupted by Ghilio – eyes widening, cup in hand, she raised it towards the seasonal god, before taking a sip, stirred to utter silence.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
