It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
There’s an inbetween (of course there’s an inbetween) but for her it’s unremarkable, a place she’s seem before, run across, teleported across, met Eirachi on. The Fangs hold more fascination - the jagged peaks and bitter winds howling across the dark, ice-topped rocks scream a challenge to the Grounder who could conquer all of Caido, if only given the chance. No sun too hot, no glacier too cold, no ocean too deep - only the monsters in their shadows and the Gods in their conniving ways pose a threat to the steel-backed demigod.
The Kraai is warm. Noisy. Half-filled with Halovians in their Flowerbirth awakenings; far more alive and energetically agreeable than in Deepfrost, they give the pair a surprised once-over as they arrive just inside the door.
But Wessex is known here, and even if the welcome has more than a handful of eyerolls, the Queen gets a few waves and she unwraps herself from around Aurela. “How do you feel?” she asks, leaving her hands on the Torcher’s shoulders, peering at her face for any signs of dizziness or frostbite.
The Kraai is warm. Noisy. Half-filled with Halovians in their Flowerbirth awakenings; far more alive and energetically agreeable than in Deepfrost, they give the pair a surprised once-over as they arrive just inside the door.
But Wessex is known here, and even if the welcome has more than a handful of eyerolls, the Queen gets a few waves and she unwraps herself from around Aurela. “How do you feel?” she asks, leaving her hands on the Torcher’s shoulders, peering at her face for any signs of dizziness or frostbite.
