It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Oh. Of course. How rude of her. The Queen had forgotten that she had interrupted Abasi while he was doing… something. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat and finishes wiping the mud from her arm. “Of course. Your work.” Rising now, she takes a look at the mud stains on her cloak and frowns a bit, but oh, those will come out. “Good luck with the dead people. If I ever need a mask, please make me something glorious.” And then a little nod of her head in farewell, as Wessex continues on her way, sun just cresting the horizon.
{Finnnn?}
{Finnnn?}
