WESSEX
Not everyone came to be cured; she heard that there were holdouts - stupid, stupid holdouts that made her eyes roll - which didn’t entirely surprise her. Gotta make things difficult, don’t they? So with a big ‘ol grumble and a call to Loki, the Wraith teleports herself back to the Climb, landing in the Burrows and choosing the more well-trodden path that lead to Frey’s Breath. Cute name.
It’s all she has the chance to muse about, because Loki finds herself very excited about this kind of environment; from what Wessex can tell, the dragonling feels right here. As if she belongs, in some way, the heat far more comfortable than anything in Halo. Her bonded finds this rather intriguing and allows it to distract her, so that she’s more absent mindedly walking down the tunnel than she usually does.
She’s heard the lilies are somewhere down here, that they’re white, but other than that, she’s walking in virgin territory.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
