you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
“Practice.” With a little wiggle of her fingers indicating magic usage, instead of say, weapons usage, Wessex reveals herself as one of (what she likes to think) a growing number of Naturals who are ok with magic. She’s always been ok with magic use - perhaps the conspiratorial look on her face indicates that - but the older woman can easily see why Evie Wordsworth might be more than a little shocked to find that out. Her parents were never easy to get along with; as engrained in the old ways and antique biases as pigs stuck in quicksand.
In truth, Wessex had always pitied the Wordsworth children. But with their father’s recent death, perhaps they can find a bit of personal freedom and begin to live the life they truly want.
Looking at the redhead with an expression that clearly says really? on it (mostly for the second part, not for the first part of the forthcoming explanation), Wessex tries to explain that which she doesn’t truly understand yet: her magic use. “If you’re asking about the mechanical how, I’m not sure how it works. I can feel magic use around me and replicate it at a basic level.” She pauses, ever so slightly. The magic had to have come from Evie, which makes her Abandoned at the very least, and therefore potentially a little less biased about Old God things.
“The Voice gave me the power. When she made me brighter. A demi-god, like Ronin.” A small shrug. No big deal.
In truth, Wessex had always pitied the Wordsworth children. But with their father’s recent death, perhaps they can find a bit of personal freedom and begin to live the life they truly want.
Looking at the redhead with an expression that clearly says really? on it (mostly for the second part, not for the first part of the forthcoming explanation), Wessex tries to explain that which she doesn’t truly understand yet: her magic use. “If you’re asking about the mechanical how, I’m not sure how it works. I can feel magic use around me and replicate it at a basic level.” She pauses, ever so slightly. The magic had to have come from Evie, which makes her Abandoned at the very least, and therefore potentially a little less biased about Old God things.
“The Voice gave me the power. When she made me brighter. A demi-god, like Ronin.” A small shrug. No big deal.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
