you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Whatever flowers Wessex might bear would likely be barred by the very thorns Seren imagines. Prickly on the outside, vulnerable on the inside, if she makes her exterior enough of a deterrent, those flowers might stay eternally safe. That’s the cliche version of it, anyway. The other version is that Wessex is just a bitch and she enjoys the power of drawing blood, the flowers urging forth only the most worthy and determined people.
When the girl says Daddy, there’s a fleeting jolt of recognition, the faintest clue in the color of her skin and hair, where Wessex found her, versus where she might otherwise be found. Noting that thought, the Wraith listens, nodding. “Mmmm, Delta and Maru seem like they might be fun to visit.” She doesn’t question how the girl might do it, but that her father would let her - well, that is peculiar. “Who’s your Daddy?” she asks,(not in a pervy way, even though it sounded so in Astor’s head)but genuinely curious way. Last she checked, two men couldn’t make a child - let alone a half-grown child. They could adopt, but Aoife had barely been dead two seasons...
The floating is a thing unto itself, making Wessex thrice as curious as she was when Seren first hailed her. Air magic, maybe? Opening her mouth to ask about that, she’s beaten by her exclamation about the dragon, which brings an immediate smile to a face that has more frown lines than not. “Well, I don’t think of it as having.” Stretching out her arm for Loki to have a larger landing area, the dragonling is drawing ever closer. “I take care of her now, when she’s a baby and She’ll take care of me when she’s grown.” A cheerful trill floats through the air as the black creature drifts down to land on the Wraith’s arm. Clambering up it to her shoulder, there are still traces of blood on her claws, betraying a successful kill.
Turning her head to the lizard, Wessex says “This is Loki,” and then gestures to the girl. “Loki, this is Seren.”
When the girl says Daddy, there’s a fleeting jolt of recognition, the faintest clue in the color of her skin and hair, where Wessex found her, versus where she might otherwise be found. Noting that thought, the Wraith listens, nodding. “Mmmm, Delta and Maru seem like they might be fun to visit.” She doesn’t question how the girl might do it, but that her father would let her - well, that is peculiar. “Who’s your Daddy?” she asks,
The floating is a thing unto itself, making Wessex thrice as curious as she was when Seren first hailed her. Air magic, maybe? Opening her mouth to ask about that, she’s beaten by her exclamation about the dragon, which brings an immediate smile to a face that has more frown lines than not. “Well, I don’t think of it as having.” Stretching out her arm for Loki to have a larger landing area, the dragonling is drawing ever closer. “I take care of her now, when she’s a baby and She’ll take care of me when she’s grown.” A cheerful trill floats through the air as the black creature drifts down to land on the Wraith’s arm. Clambering up it to her shoulder, there are still traces of blood on her claws, betraying a successful kill.
Turning her head to the lizard, Wessex says “This is Loki,” and then gestures to the girl. “Loki, this is Seren.”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
