It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Not returned, but new. And so there is no name, just a feeling, a presence in her mind. Like mini bright lights, she can direct a message to single individuals - but without a name it feels rather rude - even with an apology. So her message is softer, more intimate than the announcements that came before.
Hi, she begins. It’s Wessex. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. Would you meet me at the Kraai tonight? I’d like to meet you.. It seems like that might be the end of the message until the Wraith realizes that she’s forgotten a very important element. Ah, I’m blonde, short hair - not at all dressed for the weather. That might help.
Which brings us to now, where she’s settled into a ‘comfortable’ chair (or so it looks, she can’t tell), whiskey in hand and armed with her thoughts. Every now and then she looks towards the door as if she might be able to predict who this new mystery Ascended might be.
Hi, she begins. It’s Wessex. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. Would you meet me at the Kraai tonight? I’d like to meet you.. It seems like that might be the end of the message until the Wraith realizes that she’s forgotten a very important element. Ah, I’m blonde, short hair - not at all dressed for the weather. That might help.
Which brings us to now, where she’s settled into a ‘comfortable’ chair (or so it looks, she can’t tell), whiskey in hand and armed with her thoughts. Every now and then she looks towards the door as if she might be able to predict who this new mystery Ascended might be.
