(SE) dying on promises

Wessex laughs at his statement, a long, dry chuckle as she reaches out to pat his hands in a there, there manner. She even starts to walk on, led by Sunjata, attention caught here and there by people or buildings or particularly shiny bits of ice and snow. A place to put lilies? It causes her to pause and her gaze disappears into the distance as she considers the option. “Lilies at a waterfall?” There’s rock… and water… and flowers need water, don’t they? But they don’t need rock. So it’s a little difficult for her to say. In the end, she shrugs, not wanting to give the wrong answer. “Maybe. Two and two and two and two and two. But lilies need earth, not rock, so -” Again she shrugs in an overly animated way, shoulders dropping and making her arms swing a bit. “Where’s Magrethe?” the Wraith asks suddenly, tilting her head up at the Flood with curious and slightly concerned eyes. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm