Pleased by Neron’s promise that he’ll visit the Voice and happy to imagine Bastien without hair, Wessex’s mood is greatly improved by this impromptu meeting; it even stands the test of the drunk, who looks up at Neron with glazed eyes and then promptly shifts into something small and furry, presumably to bumble their way home.
The swinging door calls her attention to the Kraai as bits and pieces of before the sickness spark to life in her head. “I helped build this bar,” the Wraith says as if she’s discovering it for the first time. “When Weaver was alive.” Weaver - it takes her by surprise - that’s a name she hasn’t said in a long time.
“I miss her.” Her unusually animated face falls to mirror the words. “Morgan offered to be friends, but it isn’t the same as real friends.”
The swinging door calls her attention to the Kraai as bits and pieces of before the sickness spark to life in her head. “I helped build this bar,” the Wraith says as if she’s discovering it for the first time. “When Weaver was alive.” Weaver - it takes her by surprise - that’s a name she hasn’t said in a long time.
“I miss her.” Her unusually animated face falls to mirror the words. “Morgan offered to be friends, but it isn’t the same as real friends.”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
