It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
The realization came on the tail end of her last message as she felt for the familiar minds of her siblings; there’s an extra one, an extra unfamiliar presence. She can’t help but wonder how long this Ascended has been here, why it’s kept its distance, if any of them have found it yet. Or worse, if others have already poisoned it against its siblings, its mother, its eventual place in everything that’s going down. And Gods, what a shitty time for an Ascended to be new to Caido.
No, what a dangerous time. Wessex worries, she can’t help it.
In between all the meetings and trips and explorations, the Wraith searches for this person. She can feel them in the Grounds, but not where, only that they’re more near than far. And after a few days she switches her tactic, looking for someone who stands out as a new Outlander, rather than an Ascended.
Eventually, she thinks, she’s found him: a young man, a stranger, yet definitely, definitely Ascended, according to her senses. This time, she doesn’t feel the need to play anything up, trying to move parallel to him, unobtrusive at first, until she can swing in to intercept his path. Which she does, with a slight smile and a forceful, firm presence.
“Hello.”
No, what a dangerous time. Wessex worries, she can’t help it.
In between all the meetings and trips and explorations, the Wraith searches for this person. She can feel them in the Grounds, but not where, only that they’re more near than far. And after a few days she switches her tactic, looking for someone who stands out as a new Outlander, rather than an Ascended.
Eventually, she thinks, she’s found him: a young man, a stranger, yet definitely, definitely Ascended, according to her senses. This time, she doesn’t feel the need to play anything up, trying to move parallel to him, unobtrusive at first, until she can swing in to intercept his path. Which she does, with a slight smile and a forceful, firm presence.
“Hello.”
