dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
The Wraith heard the footsteps approaching and spared a glance to identify the person. As it’s Weaver, she sees no point in stopping the sharpening. That is, until she asks if Wessex always makes a point to look badass, at which point the blonde has to chuckle and look up again with a simple, “Yes.” When you have a nickname like The Wraith, there’s a certain reputation one has to maintain… or so Wessex likes to think. “But it’s easier in Halo. There, I just have to not put furs on.” Here? Maybe a little more work - though both places sport a seedy enough underbelly, the likes of which the Grounds is lacking - and she has to represent the HG appropriately, you know?
“I was actually thinking of going up to Apopo hahahaha too late for some exercise, but then thought better of it.” She shrugs. Maybe at night. The trees may hide the sun, but it still feels like a nighttime activity. Casting a glance up to the top of the volcano, she looks again to Weaver, who has her scythe with her. A wry sort of grin creeps across her face.
“Up for a spar?”
“I was actually thinking of going up to Apopo
“Up for a spar?”
