WESSEX
The barrenness of the Ground has always bothered Wessex. Always. No one likes to live in a sad, brown little area. They like trees and flowers and things that make them happy. They like soil that can grow shit, and plants that can actually grow.
So how do you fix it? By making fertile soil? Did that last year. So now it’s time to seed the soil. Or something like that - definitely not dropping clods of dirt from hanging roots on the heads of her people. Flying over the rooftops of the Sanctuary, Wessex awkwardly drops first one flowering, horse-sized tree, then the other, from her talons before landing. Its not the most gracious maneuver, but she does her best to avoid knocking anything over with her various large, sharp appendages.
So how do you fix it? By making fertile soil? Did that last year. So now it’s time to seed the soil. Or something like that - definitely not dropping clods of dirt from hanging roots on the heads of her people. Flying over the rooftops of the Sanctuary, Wessex awkwardly drops first one flowering, horse-sized tree, then the other, from her talons before landing. Its not the most gracious maneuver, but she does her best to avoid knocking anything over with her various large, sharp appendages.
the resistance
never backing down
never backing down
