into the frying pan

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Are they on the joking level now? It seems like they’re on a joking level, so long as Wessex continues the work and doesn’t overstep any boundaries or begin to act above her place on the hierarchical scale. She makes a face to acknowledge how much of an understatement ‘room’ probably is, and then as the Goddess settles for what she imagines is only a brief time more (their interactions were always functional and mostly-satisfying. She could probably ask questions of the Voice for hours but that’s not what the Goddess is there for), tries to figure out which queries are most important. “Mage glass… Neron seemed keen to impress that it was a myth.” But he’s a snake, a Launceleyn, and if she’s learned anything about that family, it’s that they just keep hoarding power. Even the ‘good’ one can’t help himself. “Do you remember anything about where it was rumored to be found? What it might take to… extract? Mine it?” Would it even be beneficial to them? She and Rex are the only ones who have magic, and hers is infantile at the moment. It could certainly be used in the future, but is it worth their energy to search for it now? “And…” on a purely personal level, something that Wessex has always wondered and seems to be somewhat intimate enough to ask it, “it’s sentimental, but what was your name before you were known as The Voice?”