Loki eagerly follows Haai, ever the curious child, she is soon sniffing about and trilling and chirping - willing to follow the griffin wherever they may lead her. This is an exciting new place, a new friend, and soon she’s at Haai’s tail feathers like a puppy, or a younger sibling.
With a nod Wessex heads towards the couches, figuring it might be a bit of a conversation. Plopping down into one (as if the Wraith ever plops anymore, it’s more of a twist and a drop into the cushions), turning towards wherever Jata is sitting. “A rescue mission, of sorts. For one of Eirachi’s kin.” She pauses to let that sink in for a moment. “I can only assume it’s another… seasonal spirit or God. I don’t really know where to place her on the scale of things.”
Still, the idea that a spirit/god could need a demigod’s aid is more than appealing. If nothing else, Eirachi knows how to stroke the Wraith’s ego.
With a nod Wessex heads towards the couches, figuring it might be a bit of a conversation. Plopping down into one (as if the Wraith ever plops anymore, it’s more of a twist and a drop into the cushions), turning towards wherever Jata is sitting. “A rescue mission, of sorts. For one of Eirachi’s kin.” She pauses to let that sink in for a moment. “I can only assume it’s another… seasonal spirit or God. I don’t really know where to place her on the scale of things.”
Still, the idea that a spirit/god could need a demigod’s aid is more than appealing. If nothing else, Eirachi knows how to stroke the Wraith’s ego.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
