I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
She slips down the embankment and Cal reaches for something - she isn’t alarmed by it, but the double flash of metal and metal is more than enough to draw her curious eye. Loki is up and away, exploring the skeleton of the house, well out of their range - which is probably a good thing now that weapons have come out. “That’s an improvement,” Wessex offers with a grin, admiring the sleek appendage from afar - and the way he flings the knife with ease.
The revelation that this is his house makes her turn in a circle, taking it all in as if she could imagine it being something else - something living and as grand as the ruins make it seem. “Can you… tell me more about what it used to look like?” she asks while heading for the bow - arguably her favorite weapon - and testing the string.
“Is it - this must be hard.” Trying to empathize with a bit of a grimace, the demigod takes an arrow, nocks it, and then points to a high window. “In there.” Letting it fly, she waits to see if the arrow makes its target.
The revelation that this is his house makes her turn in a circle, taking it all in as if she could imagine it being something else - something living and as grand as the ruins make it seem. “Can you… tell me more about what it used to look like?” she asks while heading for the bow - arguably her favorite weapon - and testing the string.
“Is it - this must be hard.” Trying to empathize with a bit of a grimace, the demigod takes an arrow, nocks it, and then points to a high window. “In there.” Letting it fly, she waits to see if the arrow makes its target.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
