WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“Go on, then,” the Wraith murmurs to Loki with an amused chuckle and a second later the dragon launches herself into the air, climbing higher and higher above the group and the cracked, barren wasteland they begin to cross. A quiet, dark speck for now, she tries to see what might be ahead of them, if the storms and sand were to lessen enough for her to see. She is wary enough to return to Wessex as they approach the actual storms, perhaps feeling buffeted by some winds up there, to report if she sees anything.
And the demigod, for her own part, marches dutifully on, attention drifting between the people walking (mostly Bastien, who though he might still be sour from their last encounter over Rex’s death, is still her closest ally in the group) and her young companion.
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Loki flies high above them to try and see if she can scout from above, but returns to Wessex before the storm winds get too strong around them.
And the demigod, for her own part, marches dutifully on, attention drifting between the people walking (mostly Bastien, who though he might still be sour from their last encounter over Rex’s death, is still her closest ally in the group) and her young companion.
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Loki flies high above them to try and see if she can scout from above, but returns to Wessex before the storm winds get too strong around them.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
