WESSEX
“The Grounds, Halo, here…” and wherever comes next. She can imagine The Climb all she wants, read about fyrhunds and other creatures all she wants, but nothing will replace seeing it for herself. “Sure do. We can trade stories sometime. I’ll tell you about hunting down cannibals and an Ursur, and you can tell me about not-smuggling.” Or make something up, she doesn’t fucking care. As long as she starts to make ins with someone other than Remi and Sunjata (because there are clearly two sides to Torchline and it seems imperative to be in with both). His whistle does elicit a smile-smirk from her, though.Fuck it’s nice to have her skills appreciated.
What could she say that might be helpful? Don’t be stupid rings loudest, but you can’t just tell an idiot not to be stupid. Always have a way out sounds good too, but that implies a willingness to leave someone behind. So… “Choose your group well,” she says, finally. The right people for the job. Know their strengths and their weaknesses. “And take a healer. Or a healing object.”
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
