<strong><em>Melly-Unknown</em></strong><br/><br/>"La mia dolce...." she repeated his words in a whisper. 27 years its been, and her feelings for him were in check. She loved him, yes, but was more like a viscous beast protecting its master. That's why, at times, she could be a little harsh towards Mariana. She knew Arman never spoke of commitment, and the one time Melly did, he quickly corrected her, his words soft and sweet, but to the point. He was creator, she was his masterpiece. And over the years, she accepted it, content in her standing with him. As she leaned into his touch, much like a kitten being petted, she decided to pursue a better relationship with Mariana. If she was the newest object in her creator eyes, then there should be some sorta understanding.<br/><br/>"You really must tell me what that means." She moaned, enjoying his fingers as they played in her hair. His affections pleased her, and she could only giggle at Miss Crane's response. More talk of the festival, and she pointed to a stack of CDs, which pulled Melly out of her daze. The ever growing need clawing at her throat, making her belly burn, that was more important than his touch. Reluctantly, she pulled away, and grabbed a copy. Mumbling a quick good-bye to Miss Crane, she inspected the cover, looking over the band members.<br/><br/>"I wonder what musical talent will taste like?" Her eyes scanned the others, head tilted. "I wonder what this years festival will be like? Think there is going to be better pickings?"