Children of the Revolution

For now is better than not at all, though Lucas in his pride did not even think to offer the quip back to Wessex. She didn't want to know and he was too selfish to consider it - a right good pair, they made. Still, following her into the woods on quiet feet with his shadows writhing against the moonlight, he glanced carefully about for any sign of danger or traps. "Sam hardly wants to be an Ascended, from what I have gathered. What a waste of a gift," he muttered, offering only a nod at the suggeston that he might be able to get the same upgrade. "I can work on the onyx pieces," he said. "The glass might be a little more difficult. Do you know of any glass blowers in the Hollowed Grounds?" Lucas slowed his steps as Wessex paused beside the tree, arching an eyebrow until she unsheathed her claws and revealed her likely plan. "Up," he agreed. While he had no claws, the tree looked easy enough to scale, and falling wouldn't bring any pain. Getting a bird's eye view of the palce would probably be a good start. "Ladies first," he offered. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk