empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
The news causes Wessex to deflate a little bit, lips pursing together in tightly contained disappointment. “No idea,” she confesses, the frustration of this wild goose chase clearly taking its toll. “She’s been missing for a while. At this point, I’m just checking everywhere.” There’s nothing else to be done, she thinks, than try and cover every region - except maybe Hak Etme. She can’t imagine why Mabel would go there.
Slogging her way over to the shorter woman, Wessex gets a closer look at her whilst contemplating the offer. On one hand, she’s rather sure that if Mabel were here, she would respond. On the other hand, the woman is peculiar and interesting and offers to help shouldn’t be discounted. “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m Wessex. You are?” Naive in her knowledge of the swamp and the existence of an old, surviving demigod, she hasn’t a clue who she’s really talking to. And at this point - it doesn't matter. Help is help.
Slogging her way over to the shorter woman, Wessex gets a closer look at her whilst contemplating the offer. On one hand, she’s rather sure that if Mabel were here, she would respond. On the other hand, the woman is peculiar and interesting and offers to help shouldn’t be discounted. “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m Wessex. You are?” Naive in her knowledge of the swamp and the existence of an old, surviving demigod, she hasn’t a clue who she’s really talking to. And at this point - it doesn't matter. Help is help.
WESSEX
