Kiada’s death weighed on her too, along with Rexanna and Clemente’s. Weaver's feels like a distant dream, though if she had the capacity, the Wraith would feel the Scythe's departure too. Gods, she feels like a fucking ghostly laundry line and knows she needs to cast off the dead (literally) weight, but can’t seem to do it. Maybe she needs more time, or something else to do. Keeping busy helps. It’s almost as if she goes from region to region, looking for something to do while plans are in the works.
She’d heard a carpenter in Snowcloak talking about ‘Loren’ and ‘wood,’ and because her mind didn’t immediately jump to his dick, she assumes he’s building something and could use some help. With a cloak flapping behind her, she asks someone and they pointed her in the direction of the Headmaster.
[say] “Feel the need to keep busy?”[/say] she asks quietly, identifying what she assumes is a common feeling and nodding in agreement. Loki, at least, is with her this time. She’s felt the sadness radiating off her bonded lately and is loathe to leave Wessex. This does, however, create a problem sometimes because Halo is cold and the dragonling is still lizard based - she spends half her time curled up in an inner pocket in the Wraith’s cloak and the half the time soaring above her, much to the chagrin of the average Halovian.
At least she isn’t a white dragon.
She’d heard a carpenter in Snowcloak talking about ‘Loren’ and ‘wood,’ and because her mind didn’t immediately jump to his dick, she assumes he’s building something and could use some help. With a cloak flapping behind her, she asks someone and they pointed her in the direction of the Headmaster.
[say] “Feel the need to keep busy?”[/say] she asks quietly, identifying what she assumes is a common feeling and nodding in agreement. Loki, at least, is with her this time. She’s felt the sadness radiating off her bonded lately and is loathe to leave Wessex. This does, however, create a problem sometimes because Halo is cold and the dragonling is still lizard based - she spends half her time curled up in an inner pocket in the Wraith’s cloak and the half the time soaring above her, much to the chagrin of the average Halovian.
At least she isn’t a white dragon.
