Loki returns Pemota’s coo with a chirp, swirling around the starwhale in companion-conversation. Wessex’s affection for Nate transfers through their bond and the dragon recognizes the two as family, much in the way she thinks of Haai and Sunjata.
Something creeps out of the shadows towards her; for the first time in the sickness, the Wraith feels invincible, delusions of grandeur replacing feelings of weakness and despair coursing through her only a day or so before. She is the keeper of shadows, the commander of dark entities - this shape that creeps is hers to manipulate - this lowly thing on the ground. She raises her hand to symbolically take control (Goddess only knows what she thinks she’ll do), until the thing whines and knows her name.
Wessex?
Immediate confusion strikes. Is this not a shadow? It is… not. It is… someone she knows. “... Nate?” The name sounds right. Even if it doesn’t match the shape.
Something creeps out of the shadows towards her; for the first time in the sickness, the Wraith feels invincible, delusions of grandeur replacing feelings of weakness and despair coursing through her only a day or so before. She is the keeper of shadows, the commander of dark entities - this shape that creeps is hers to manipulate - this lowly thing on the ground. She raises her hand to symbolically take control (Goddess only knows what she thinks she’ll do), until the thing whines and knows her name.
Wessex?
Immediate confusion strikes. Is this not a shadow? It is… not. It is… someone she knows. “... Nate?” The name sounds right. Even if it doesn’t match the shape.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
