WESSEX
“Long enough for the seasons to change,” Wessex corrects gently. “When I died it was the middle-end of Leafchange. When I woke up, it had snowed. Three… four weeks?” Delphia’s assumption means, to Wessex, that while the girl is solid in her certainty of what she knows, she isn’t always correct. Such is the bravado of youth and foolishness of the mature. Know what you do not know.
And to that point, the Wraith tilts her head a bit in question. “Gave souls to Ludo? I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” While she had been on the receiving end of the vision-for-souls trade, Wessex hadn’t known the price. And she’d never asked. “Without knowing the details… The Voice is a Goddess who has been under attack for a long time. This is purely hypothetical, but if I were in her position, I would know what I’m willing to sacrifice, and for what. It may have been a difficult decision - or not, I don’t know. She’s never spoken to me about it and I don’t presume.”
But after a thoughtful gaze at Delphia and the cat, and then a bit of time looking down, Wessex comes to her own conclusion. “You seem to want me to concede things I know nothing about. I can tell you my experience and conversations, that’s all. Without knowing specifics or truly remembering, I don’t know if you’re wrong or right.” And truth be told, she doesn’t trust Delphia to be right. “Now you mentioned a compromise. Tell me more about that.”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
