It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It seems like the two women are on the same page. Wessex nods easily in agreement that the marketplace is a good starting point, and heaves the cold carcass to her shoulders again. More or less in step with Weaver, she lets the Halovian guide them through the stalls and people. “Lead the way. I could use something interesting for this gift-thing we’ve got in the Grounds.” She offers a slight shrug. Is it in the grounds? She can’t remember if it’s there or in the Greatwood, but she imagines she should be prepared, just in case.
Since participating seems to be a thing the Wraith is doing these days. (Yeah, it’s weird, we know.)
“Oh, the usual. Your name - I’m Wessex - How you feel about Neron and the Launceleyns, from a Natural perspective -” She gives the other a little side-eyed look, having boldly assumed that she is a Natural like herself. “And how you feel about the Old and New Gods. Have you ever seen a dragon? Easy small talk.” There’s a flash of an irreverent smirk, knowing that her questions are anything but the first things one might ask a stranger.
Since participating seems to be a thing the Wraith is doing these days. (Yeah, it’s weird, we know.)
“Oh, the usual. Your name - I’m Wessex - How you feel about Neron and the Launceleyns, from a Natural perspective -” She gives the other a little side-eyed look, having boldly assumed that she is a Natural like herself. “And how you feel about the Old and New Gods. Have you ever seen a dragon? Easy small talk.” There’s a flash of an irreverent smirk, knowing that her questions are anything but the first things one might ask a stranger.
