WESSEX
She’s grateful for what seems like understanding and getting down to the meat of it; no pleasantries, no small-talk, just down to what happened. Wessex listens intently, hands folded in front of her as she leans against the mantle (there’s no fire this time, what with the weather turning warm). It turns out to be good news, causing the Wraith to offer up a tight smile and appreciate nod.
“No, I don’t imagine he thinks many Accepted are left in the Grounds. And the ring lit up?” Pausing, she has to think briefly before shaking her head. “Well that has to be it. I don’t know how else a ring can tell if someone is Accepted or not. On the other hand, I guess he’s truly a member of the Order now.” Which is a shame, because she’d had nothing against Ronin before.
Now they have to be sworn enemies and all that. A damn shame, really.
“So the Dragoons partner with dragons? Guess the name makes sense. And so does the pairing... especially against Ascended.”
“No, I don’t imagine he thinks many Accepted are left in the Grounds. And the ring lit up?” Pausing, she has to think briefly before shaking her head. “Well that has to be it. I don’t know how else a ring can tell if someone is Accepted or not. On the other hand, I guess he’s truly a member of the Order now.” Which is a shame, because she’d had nothing against Ronin before.
Now they have to be sworn enemies and all that. A damn shame, really.
“So the Dragoons partner with dragons? Guess the name makes sense. And so does the pairing... especially against Ascended.”
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
