WESSEX
“Sunjata?” Wessex raises her hand to hail the Flood from across the market. Easily the friendliest tone she’s used towards him in years, the Wraith finds herself pleasantly surprised and curious to see him in the Grounds. It takes her a moment to finish up with the merchant and deposit a small parcel in her sack, but soon the General is turning and heading towards the towering man - it’s easy to spot him, honestly.
“How’s your back?” she asks, once she’s cleared the not-very-big-crowd. “I hope Nate doesn’t want my head for it.” Her imaginary debt to her brother is growing with every encounter, it seems, and one day she wouldn’t be surprised to find a thunderously dark Wrenzoak at her door.
“How’s your back?” she asks, once she’s cleared the not-very-big-crowd. “I hope Nate doesn’t want my head for it.” Her imaginary debt to her brother is growing with every encounter, it seems, and one day she wouldn’t be surprised to find a thunderously dark Wrenzoak at her door.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
