Go
deep throat
a cactus
Indeed, Wessex is about to be done with the whole situation when Abasi comes running up to the two of them. He’s endearingly formal about the whole interaction, which puts an easy smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, she indicates that he is free to go about his business with the woman. “Sure. Have at it.” And she’s about to actually leave him to it when the ‘daughter of Mort’ pulls some seriously childish moves. And the Queen has had it.
. “Cut the passive-aggressive bullshit.” She takes a step towards the girl, as if to physically force her across the border. “You broke the law and did nothing to help your case other than bleat at me about the will of the Gods. If you are indeed who you say you are,” and at this she chuckles dryly, “Then I feel bad for Mort. He has a weak-minded, passive daughter who won’t enable herself to do this supposedly all important work.”
If Wessex were the daughter of a God, she would find a way to make it happen, because she would supposedly be ‘better’ than the humans, instead of laying blame at their very fallible feet.
But 20-somethings will be 20-somethings, no matter what the race. “Now get back.”
. “Cut the passive-aggressive bullshit.” She takes a step towards the girl, as if to physically force her across the border. “You broke the law and did nothing to help your case other than bleat at me about the will of the Gods. If you are indeed who you say you are,” and at this she chuckles dryly, “Then I feel bad for Mort. He has a weak-minded, passive daughter who won’t enable herself to do this supposedly all important work.”
If Wessex were the daughter of a God, she would find a way to make it happen, because she would supposedly be ‘better’ than the humans, instead of laying blame at their very fallible feet.
But 20-somethings will be 20-somethings, no matter what the race. “Now get back.”
