WESSEX
the wraith
“Yeah, well… my people haven’t had a leader for three hundred years. Up until the last couple of years, life was vastly different.” Tilting her head up slightly to look at Sah, she tries to understand something like having it be an identity. Her understanding of pack life is… lacking to say the least. “But if you grow up with ranks and identities… that makes sense. I know we have some other Outlanders who came from that kind of society, but I think they had some trouble adjusting.” When the attention turns to Loki, as it should, Wessex smiles, her affection for the little dragon evident. “Yes. Big and small. This is my companion, Loki. We’re bonded.” Tapping her head to indicate that it’s more than just an emotional connection, it’s a mental one, she then starts to untie the note. “There are bigger dragons though, and they’re incredibly dangerous. The ones in Halo have killed more than a few people recently.”
Reading the note, Wessex makes a face. “Sorry, looks like I’m being called back to the Grounds. That’s the Kraai,” she points to a building across the street. “Neron runs it. Tell him Wessex says hi and I’m sure you’ll get something on the house.”
The Wraith pockets the note and adjusts her clothing, while Loki crawls into the hood of her cloak. “Nice to meet you, Sah. Come to the Grounds any time.” And with that, she disappears, leaving just footprints where she once stood.
{Fin <3}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
