Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
"Mhm. I don't know what she'd say, really. Whenever I suggest working with others, she doesn't seem too keen..." Sam sighed, not liking this aspect of his Goddess. He'd often found that she didn't seem to see why the humans under her care might want to get along with their neighbours and countrymen, or at least not be persecuted unecessarily.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Smiling softly he nodded, glad she didn't judge him for his fear of death, of endings. "Well, it's probably good to have a mix of opinion." Would show they weren't a brainwashed cult if someone asked, anyway, which he was always trying to push back against.
With that said Wessex quickly excused herself and Sam, as much as he had grown to like his sister, felt a little relieved - he was always worried he'd say something wrong around her. Putting his head back down to his work, he began to convert the notes he'd made of her story into actual paragraphs and tales.
{FIN}
Or make each moment new
