WESSEX
In another lifetime, she would have fit snugly into Melita’s story: An icy-cold Colonel, the keeper of a magic mirror, the dry and demanding mouthpiece of a God. Far, far different from the woman she is now some might say - and yet, perhaps not so much. She will always be a woman with a weapon, she will always sport a thorny exterior, and she will always seek to wield power. Some lifetimes will be more vicious; some will tear her limb from limb, test her at every turn, will set her in a monstrous body or send her reeling across time and space. Others will coddle her a little more, call her princess and warrior and Queen. And the truth is that Wessex is all of them and none of them. She is the epitome of complicated. Not that anyone in modern-day Caido could read her well enough (well, Rory… maybe) or could get close enough to Wessex to say she’s ‘complicated’ without it being a cliche cop-out.
All her relationships now are somewhat… nuanced. Yeah, let’s call them nuanced, instead of complicated. Even those she feels genuine affection for, like Rory and Melita. It’s pure coincidence then, that she comes across her mentee near the Stonesong. And of course, she doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she does, letting Melita’s past fall gently on her ears. Part of her thinks it may not be just a story, but she won’t say anything about that. Let the girl tell her if she wishes.
Instead, in the silence that falls after the young woman’s words, Wessex’s voice drifts across the rush of the river with a simple question. “Do you think she’s actually listening?” Cause in the Ascended’s opinion, the goddess’s attention is… spotty at best. Blatant favoritism at worst. And unfortunately for Melly, Wessex’s presence isn’t doing her any favors.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
