WESSEX
Miss Wessex makes her smile, this time unrestrained as she rises and looks at the seaweed and driftwood strewn shore, remnants of a more dangerous and active sea-season. “Loki, why don’t you go with Paige and help her carry some firewood and I’ll go look for a log, hmmm?” The dragon trills an agreement and looks up with an expectant head tilt towards the the girl while the demigod turns in a small, tight circle, trying to locate the best option. Once she’s found it, she actually heads away from the water, towards a bunch of rocks, which have managed to stop a good little mini-canoe sized piece of debris. Grabbing for a protruding little nubbin, she heaves backwards and pulls the log free, easily dragging it behind her and back towards the designated bonfire-place.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
