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That wasn’t the type of come with me she meant, but it’s as good a meaning as any, so Wessex suddenly rises and walks through to the next room - a far more official looking room - that had once been used for maps and plans and all sorts of things. Those sorts of things are still there, but they’re nowhere near as pretty as the map Deimos made that hangs on the wall. Her things are scattered, collage-like, on the large table in front of them.
When they get closer, Edwyn can see that it’s a board. Half filled with to-do lists and sketches of Tanau and the metal, of monsters and battle plans, and maybe even a picture of Clemente, there is an incoherent sense to all of it. Alas, such are the meanders of a delirious mind, and perhaps only a delirious mind can understand it, as Wessex crosses her arms and studies it, shaking her head.
“No,” she declares suddenly, without looking at Edwyn.
“No lilies.” Pointing, instead, to something on the board, she now looks at the writer.
“The Fae.”
When they get closer, Edwyn can see that it’s a board. Half filled with to-do lists and sketches of Tanau and the metal, of monsters and battle plans, and maybe even a picture of Clemente, there is an incoherent sense to all of it. Alas, such are the meanders of a delirious mind, and perhaps only a delirious mind can understand it, as Wessex crosses her arms and studies it, shaking her head.
“No,” she declares suddenly, without looking at Edwyn.
“No lilies.” Pointing, instead, to something on the board, she now looks at the writer.
“The Fae.”
WESSEX
