I know, I fought you in the dark
Only time and rain will be able to truly wash away the ashen snow, the scars on the earth, the memories in their heads, but that doesn’t stop them from working at it. Indeed, the three of them toil on and soon it’s clear that their hard work is paying off. It will need a bit more polishing and clearing and sorting before they’re ready to truly rebuild the Barracks, but as with most things, there’s a plan for that too. Wessex might be more smudged than not, looking like something out of a Dicken’s novel instead of a Queen. Amun would have had a fit, telling her that she’s not acting like a Queen, she thinks, and a pang of loneliness seizes her so strongly that she has to pause in her wheeling. Still, between the two of them, the last of the large, charred pieces are carted away and all that remains is a few of the thicker, stronger vertical beams and the floor. “We ought to rebuild in stone,” she tells Henry when she finally stops and takes a good long look at this now-empty space.
In the armory, Aamu is able to sort through the weapons, and Wessex is genuinely curious what’s survived. “I’m going to check on Aamu and the weapons, but you’re free to go if you like,” she offers to her Advisor before heading towards the lone Ascended.
“How’s it looking?” she asks, quietly entering the space.
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the wraith
WESSEX
