I know, I fought you in the dark
It’ll be in the back of her mind until she goes back - the cavern, the tunnel, the lightning storm. What the Wraith needs to know is what kind of creature could control lightning like that, or what kind of creature lives in a giant cave underground. In her admittedly limited experience, there aren’t many good creatures that live in holes in the ground. Tanau might be one of them, but what would the Longheat god be doing out here? Leaning against a tree on the Outskirts of the Ground, the Queen seems utterly casual, as if staring off at the lightning storms is something that is quiet normal. And the truth is that it wasn’t a storm she used to watch, but the barrier - staring up at the obscuring dome from the ‘safety’ of the treeline. Yearning to go beyond it, dying to see what lay on the other side and then trying not to die in here. There are too few who might recognize that picture, remember the watching, the frustration, and the inevitable death when someone did finally decide to try again.
Wessex sighs and crosses her arms. What to do about it all?
the wraith
WESSEX
