we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Indeed, the two of them are a surprisingly adept team in the end, likely by virtue of both caution, patience, and the relatively easy task. The second tree is deposited into the hole, made secure, and as they both step back to admire their work, the Wraith takes one last look before shifting back into her human form. Her body shrinks and compacts itself, metal wings sliding inward and recovering themselves with skin in a reversal not many have seen.
“You’ll get there,” she says aloud, reaching out to pat them reassuringly on the shoulder. “It just takes time.” And they’d all gone through the same thing after their ascension - even Wessex remembers what it’s like.
{Fin}
“You’ll get there,” she says aloud, reaching out to pat them reassuringly on the shoulder. “It just takes time.” And they’d all gone through the same thing after their ascension - even Wessex remembers what it’s like.
{Fin}
WESSEX
