Realizing that this Launceleyn probably doesn’t know the extent of the Ascended’s physical prowess in the dark, Wessex chuckles to herself and crosses her arms, dutifully stepping back to the edge of the cave, hopefully well beyond the coating of ice. She can feel the magic in her vicinity, and the urge to play with it is strong. At the very end of his work, she idly shoots a little beam of ice to thicken the back wall some more - not because he’d done a poor job, but simply because she could at that moment.
Admiring the sparkle and shine of it all, Wessex nods in satisfaction. “Almost as sharp and chiseled as your jawline,” she says by way of approval, the air noticeably puff-free as she speaks. Well. That was easy. Jerking her head back towards the way they came, the Wraith retraces their steps carefully. “If you want to find it again, I can mark the way,” she offers. The people of the Grounds do not follow Eirachi, so she can’t imagine needing to make this a safe place for everyone and their mother.
Admiring the sparkle and shine of it all, Wessex nods in satisfaction. “Almost as sharp and chiseled as your jawline,” she says by way of approval, the air noticeably puff-free as she speaks. Well. That was easy. Jerking her head back towards the way they came, the Wraith retraces their steps carefully. “If you want to find it again, I can mark the way,” she offers. The people of the Grounds do not follow Eirachi, so she can’t imagine needing to make this a safe place for everyone and their mother.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
