It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“You’re already a better guest than me,” Wessex comments wryly, all of a sudden unsure as to why she’s even bothering to procure a gift when the Fae are sure to try and shoot her again when she steps foot in the Greatwood. Couldn’t possibly be for levelling purposes, no-siree. Because the truth is that no, not everyone is invited. You have to be special to be uninvited. Trailing along more-or-less at Weaver’s side, the Ascended’s interest is piqued by the mention of a magic school.
“I imagine you can take care of yourself just fine, but keep an extra eye on Zariah. She ruled the Grounds for a short while and managed to do all sorts of shitty things to my people with her magic.” A brief pauses as she considers what she’s just said. “Then again, some people would probably tell you to be wary of me, so you know, grain of salt and all that.” What is it with the Launceleyn’s and schools anyway - Loren had made one and done nothing with it. Now Zariah has one in the works. What was it about them that they had to be seen as teachers and saviors and experts on things? The Wraith shakes her head, knowing that she’ll likely never understand that particular Outlander family.
More often than not, she thinks they might be better off if they’d never come to Caido. But her Lady thought otherwise, so…
Dragons, Fangs, great. She nods along and keeps up, making a mental mark on another stall for later, but otherwise letting Weaver lead the way. Weaver. What a weird name. Who names their kid after a profession? Had they more wandering time, she might have asked but they seem to have come to their destination. And by the looks of the wares for sale, the demi-god is actually interested. “If I were to go hunting for a dragon at some point, would you want to come?” she asks idly, dragging her fingers along the skull of something, though her eyes are for a magnificently wrought candle. “Wouldn’t be just us, of course. We have a whole Guild in the Grounds dedicated to hunting monsters and beasties.”
They haven’t done it in awhile, but that’s neither here nor there.
“I imagine you can take care of yourself just fine, but keep an extra eye on Zariah. She ruled the Grounds for a short while and managed to do all sorts of shitty things to my people with her magic.” A brief pauses as she considers what she’s just said. “Then again, some people would probably tell you to be wary of me, so you know, grain of salt and all that.” What is it with the Launceleyn’s and schools anyway - Loren had made one and done nothing with it. Now Zariah has one in the works. What was it about them that they had to be seen as teachers and saviors and experts on things? The Wraith shakes her head, knowing that she’ll likely never understand that particular Outlander family.
More often than not, she thinks they might be better off if they’d never come to Caido. But her Lady thought otherwise, so…
Dragons, Fangs, great. She nods along and keeps up, making a mental mark on another stall for later, but otherwise letting Weaver lead the way. Weaver. What a weird name. Who names their kid after a profession? Had they more wandering time, she might have asked but they seem to have come to their destination. And by the looks of the wares for sale, the demi-god is actually interested. “If I were to go hunting for a dragon at some point, would you want to come?” she asks idly, dragging her fingers along the skull of something, though her eyes are for a magnificently wrought candle. “Wouldn’t be just us, of course. We have a whole Guild in the Grounds dedicated to hunting monsters and beasties.”
They haven’t done it in awhile, but that’s neither here nor there.
