It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Another one.
Laying in the dirt, Wessex can see the Outlander isn’t dead; her chest rises and falls in sleep - or something else. Sitting cloaked, just a few feet behind the stranger, the ex-Queen watches as waits, idly running her hands along each other. She can afford to do so, to sit there and do nothing, for what does she have but time on her hands these days? When she isn’t in Halo, she’s… here, she supposes. Briefly.For the Festival, the one she’s always loved. Goddess, how much time has she been spending in Halo?
Ripped from her meandering thoughts by movement, Wessex stills; false breath bates and the needless motions cease into hands clasped in front of her. She watches from beneath her hood as the woman wakes, feels the ground, and then eventually rises. Well, then - it looks like she won’t be calling for Abasi, after all.
Cracking a small smile at the determination in the Outlander’s words, the Wraith figures she might as well call attention to herself before the stranger turns and sees her lurking. “Good. Cowards don’t do well in Caido.” Her head tilts up to look at the black-haired woman with something like a sense of knowing on her face, though it might be hard to say for sure, as even Wessex doesn’t know how she feels right now. On one hand there’s another Outlander. On the other hand, she hasn’t been corrupted yet and it’s always a good day to make an ally.
Laying in the dirt, Wessex can see the Outlander isn’t dead; her chest rises and falls in sleep - or something else. Sitting cloaked, just a few feet behind the stranger, the ex-Queen watches as waits, idly running her hands along each other. She can afford to do so, to sit there and do nothing, for what does she have but time on her hands these days? When she isn’t in Halo, she’s… here, she supposes. Briefly.For the Festival, the one she’s always loved. Goddess, how much time has she been spending in Halo?
Ripped from her meandering thoughts by movement, Wessex stills; false breath bates and the needless motions cease into hands clasped in front of her. She watches from beneath her hood as the woman wakes, feels the ground, and then eventually rises. Well, then - it looks like she won’t be calling for Abasi, after all.
Cracking a small smile at the determination in the Outlander’s words, the Wraith figures she might as well call attention to herself before the stranger turns and sees her lurking. “Good. Cowards don’t do well in Caido.” Her head tilts up to look at the black-haired woman with something like a sense of knowing on her face, though it might be hard to say for sure, as even Wessex doesn’t know how she feels right now. On one hand there’s another Outlander. On the other hand, she hasn’t been corrupted yet and it’s always a good day to make an ally.
