WESSEX
“Eh?” Honestly, she doesn’t know any more. “Worst case, they’re biding their time before striking and best case, you’ll be flooded with suddenly neutral converts when shit starts to go down.” The reality is probably somewhere in the middle, because things rarely go as well as they could and usually go somewhat tits up. Kinda like what happens whenever she and Neron get together.
Ahead and above, her companion acts as a tracker and at night, it’s certainly easier for the dragon to see a herd of luxere and their ever-glowing racks. Following a mental prompt, Wessex starts to turn them north, towards a line of trees in the distance. “Same old, really. Trying to get this big zappy weapon on top of the Spire.. Waiting, I guess? The Grounds is actually pretty quiet.” And she’s okay with that, for now.
“What upgrade did you get from the Voice?” Arching a brow in the Hailstorm’s direction,
Wessex is mildly curious - she never can tell what Neron will throw at the world next.
Ahead and above, her companion acts as a tracker and at night, it’s certainly easier for the dragon to see a herd of luxere and their ever-glowing racks. Following a mental prompt, Wessex starts to turn them north, towards a line of trees in the distance. “Same old, really. Trying to get this big zappy weapon on top of the Spire.. Waiting, I guess? The Grounds is actually pretty quiet.” And she’s okay with that, for now.
“What upgrade did you get from the Voice?” Arching a brow in the Hailstorm’s direction,
Wessex is mildly curious - she never can tell what Neron will throw at the world next.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
