you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Even if no official news comes until Flowerbirth, Wessex feels bound to report the death to the guild; the subsequent regime change and upheaval is just additional information that happens to be useful. Heart heavy, tears - fuck it, let’s call them tears - as yet unshed for Weaver, she arrives at the Slagveld one evening looking more than a little weary, if it’s even possible for an Asended to look like that. Loki is not with her to help ease any distress, and perhaps it’s better not to have an agitated dragonling flying about.
Entering the ring, the Wraith calls out quietly, “Sunjata?” He’d be expecting her at some point - whether it was this soon is anyone’s guess.
Entering the ring, the Wraith calls out quietly, “Sunjata?” He’d be expecting her at some point - whether it was this soon is anyone’s guess.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
