MELITA
With the next song being mentioned as sweet, Melita begrudgingly listened, but mostly returned to her food and drink. She did think it was neat, however, that the Mers were capable of performing here now, rather than keeping all their talent down in the depths. She’d have to mention it to Hadama next time she saw him.Breaking off a few bits and bobs for Sila and Fangorn to mull and chew over, she hadn’t expected attention to unfurl back to her – and blinked stupidly back at the crowd, and Calliope, before realizing she was being spoken to. “Oh, um…,” she paused, wracking her brain for some coherent notions. “Sure.” The pondering drew straight to impulsive notions, so her features altered to a smile; Cheshire and all. “How about something angry?”
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
