I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
“Very different,” she readily agrees with the hint of a glinting smile. It’s good to hear him acknowledge it as better than he was before; there are some pitfalls, of course, they aren’t perfect yet. But it might happen at some point in the future. “Good, I’m glad you feel that way, because there’s no going back.” If it sounds wry, it’s because it is - the Old Gods would never accept someone who’s Ascended back into their fold, let alone someone who chose to leave Mort’s Realm.
“I was thinking we could work on speed and stealth,” Wessex offers, indicating their steamy surroundings. “Like tag… I guess?” Which seems silly to say, almost silly to engage in, but would be a good, easy exercise for the Wraith to gauge his abilities without chance of injury. Thoroughly intending to take him off guard, she arches a brow in a semi-predatory gaze and tells him bluntly, “Run.”
“I was thinking we could work on speed and stealth,” Wessex offers, indicating their steamy surroundings. “Like tag… I guess?” Which seems silly to say, almost silly to engage in, but would be a good, easy exercise for the Wraith to gauge his abilities without chance of injury. Thoroughly intending to take him off guard, she arches a brow in a semi-predatory gaze and tells him bluntly, “Run.”
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
