MELITA
Fresh from the absolute joyride that was going to the Hollowed Grounds (sarcasm), the Honeybee figured she could start early on the drinks. Dragging herself, Sila, and Fangorn into the Hanged Man, she flumped over on one of the tables, stretching out a hand, waiting for someone to put something in it. Moments later, one of the waitresses snorted, and poured Melita one of her usuals, leaving it in the youth’s grasp and walking away.The only other thing that caught the Accepted’s attention was a sudden lyre being strummed. Blinking, and eventually rising from her dramatic flounce, her tired eyes narrowed in on the mermaid – someone she’d never seen before – and the entertainment. Snagging some snacks for Sila and Fangorn, she sipped at her beer, pondering the words, lyrics, and phrases. She’d never been much for music – and couldn’t carry a gods damned tune – but the stanzas sounded bitter.
Nice.
So she clapped amidst the others, encouraging further rancor.
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
