[say] “That’s exactly what I was thinking,”[/say] Wessex says quietly, nodding in agreement. They and Isla would probably make a very good team.[say] “So just… maybe need to get him up to the top of the last step and then… make a wish? I don’t know.”[/say] Throwing her hands up in the air, she’s clearly a bit exasperated, but still leans back on the bench in relative good humor.
[say] “Alright, that’s the nicer part of this conversation. The next… is not the happiest.”[/say] Swallowing needlessly, the demigoddess shifts forward restlessly so that her elbows are on her knees.[say] “You know who’s made their home in the Greatwood, right? Remi and Ronin, the herald’s demigods? Well they’re working on something… to hurt us. And they need demigod fluid.”[/say]
She’s sure they can draw their own conclusions from that.
[say] “Alright, that’s the nicer part of this conversation. The next… is not the happiest.”[/say] Swallowing needlessly, the demigoddess shifts forward restlessly so that her elbows are on her knees.[say] “You know who’s made their home in the Greatwood, right? Remi and Ronin, the herald’s demigods? Well they’re working on something… to hurt us. And they need demigod fluid.”[/say]
She’s sure they can draw their own conclusions from that.
