Gratitude

A switch - or something like that - flicks inside her - and it’s as if the voice makes everything calm again, her doubts quelled by the gentle warmth of the voice with a lowercase v. Daughter Bright One Ascended While the warrior feels sorted again, she is, perhaps, a little disappointed. And yet her thoughts do not go there, back to that dark place - they are filled with light, with the promise of a time that is to come. So Wessex simply nods her head and rises, spends a little time making sure the shrine is free of dust, dirt, and cobwebs, and then returns from whence she came: the cold, bleak world above, where the status quo is rapidly changing. her time would come WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm