sailing from another world

So that’s it then. One. She should have known better. The world doesn’t work for her the way it does for Rory. She puts out a call for explorers and she gets the freaked out new guy from the Spire. She can’t rouse the Naturals and she can’t command her own kind. Although to be fair, if her kind could be commanded, they probably wouldn’t be Ascended, so… figure that shit out if you can. “Hey,” she says back, figuring thats what he meant to say. The blond-haired, blue-eyed woman looks the very tall man up and down, running a quick assessment on whether or not he’ll be a liability again.   “How’s your head?” As in, how long did it take you to recover from that bump I gave you? But also how’s your state of mind? Cause she’ll bring him along, Are just needs to be prepared - cause she’ll also leave him high and dry if he becomes a burden. Sorry not sorry. That’s just how Wessex rolls. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm