dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Last time she’d come to the shrine, her Lady had been a no-show but left a very kind gift in what Wessex took as an apology. Well, not an apology. The Voice doesn’t apologize. But it wasn’t a consolation prize, either, so the not-yet-Queen had accepted it and moved on.
And then everything had changed and while she isn’t lost, exactly, there are things on her mind and a little nudge in the right direction would be helpful. The Wraith has more than enough to keep her busy, but her business and errands currently comprise only of ruling duties, and those are unsatisfactory at best. Then there are the accusations, the side-eyes, the way none of the Ascended really know if their Lady is behind any of it, but balk all the same. And they’re running out of excuses. Demanding evidence can only stall them so much.
Can’t forget that book about LongNight, either. Though they have a little more time to talk about her ideas on how to solve that disaster.
With a bit of a blighted plant from the Mathair wrapped up and tucked away in a pocket, Wessex approaches a silent and dark Atheneum at night, when she knows the stacks will be empty, the intellectuals and loreseekers gone home to sleep. Making a beeline for the false bookcase (and quite amazed no one’s come to desecrate it), she slides the books apart to reveal the obsidian orb. She smiles and reaches out to touch it. Then, stepping back, the Queen bows her head. “Hello, Lady. Do you have some time for Caido’s newest Queen?”
A humblebrag, to be sure. But if she can’t count her accomplishments here, where can she?
And then everything had changed and while she isn’t lost, exactly, there are things on her mind and a little nudge in the right direction would be helpful. The Wraith has more than enough to keep her busy, but her business and errands currently comprise only of ruling duties, and those are unsatisfactory at best. Then there are the accusations, the side-eyes, the way none of the Ascended really know if their Lady is behind any of it, but balk all the same. And they’re running out of excuses. Demanding evidence can only stall them so much.
Can’t forget that book about LongNight, either. Though they have a little more time to talk about her ideas on how to solve that disaster.
With a bit of a blighted plant from the Mathair wrapped up and tucked away in a pocket, Wessex approaches a silent and dark Atheneum at night, when she knows the stacks will be empty, the intellectuals and loreseekers gone home to sleep. Making a beeline for the false bookcase (and quite amazed no one’s come to desecrate it), she slides the books apart to reveal the obsidian orb. She smiles and reaches out to touch it. Then, stepping back, the Queen bows her head. “Hello, Lady. Do you have some time for Caido’s newest Queen?”
A humblebrag, to be sure. But if she can’t count her accomplishments here, where can she?
