[RE] I am whoever I say I am

A tight frown creases her lips together as Wessex mentally sighs and curses Amun. Sometimes she thinks he’s more trouble than he’s worth. But then her thoughts drift back to the Voice and their conversations about fixing stupid, and she remembers that eventually all baby birds have to fly on their own. “Well, he’s a big boy. Hopefully he made it to the Guildhall.” It’s too far for him to speak to her, so she sends Amun a little mental ping. It’s the first time she’s tested it from this distance, so hopefully it works. ‘Checking in to make sure you made it back to the Guildhall. Give me a sign or something.’ But back to the two in front of her. She tries to wipe the frown from her face and settles down by the door. “I’ll take over the watch for the door. Everything ok here?” It’s just a brief check-in. They are free to resume their other activities now. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm