we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
“Safrin in group settings,” Wessex says with a nod. “Ludo more up close - one Festival of Lights it chose to bring the souls of my mother and sister back for the night. Presumably to show me what I’ll be missing. My prayers were unanswered before the Outlanders came and once I Ascended and came to a shrine afterwards, they tried to kill me with sunlight. Called me an abomination.” And she’d learned her lesson then; it wasn’t worth her life to try and reach out to the heralds. In a group she was safe.
“But Safrin has easily done the most damage, and that I’ve seen up close and personal. Unless you count Remi as Ludo’s chosen weapon, it’s efforts have been far less effective thus far.” Thus far is the key phrase, as the Wraith has no doubt that there will be something coming down the line: an order to Remi, or an order to its devotees. She knows nought of Nephele and her fiery chakrams, but Roana’s clumsy attempts were the first blatant attacks. Perhaps its learned to be more subtle.
The next rock Wessex throws only goes two skips before plopping into the water. “Oh, come on,” she mutters at the sinking stone before dipping down in the familiar search for another.
“But Safrin has easily done the most damage, and that I’ve seen up close and personal. Unless you count Remi as Ludo’s chosen weapon, it’s efforts have been far less effective thus far.” Thus far is the key phrase, as the Wraith has no doubt that there will be something coming down the line: an order to Remi, or an order to its devotees. She knows nought of Nephele and her fiery chakrams, but Roana’s clumsy attempts were the first blatant attacks. Perhaps its learned to be more subtle.
The next rock Wessex throws only goes two skips before plopping into the water. “Oh, come on,” she mutters at the sinking stone before dipping down in the familiar search for another.
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