WESSEX
“Oh - you must be new. Yes, we call the people who live in the Hollowed Ground ‘Grounders.’” She smiles in return and takes a small step closer. “Then you have your Halovians, who live in Halo, and Torchers, who live in Torchline.” And she’s sure the people who live in Stormbreak call themselves something fancy, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck about them. “But all of us are Caidonites, because we live in Caido.” Or should it be on Caido? “And yes, I’m a friend of Bastien’s. Like a sister, almost.” That joke’s funnier when you know the context, and she doesn’t expect this Outlander to understand the intricacies of their politics quite yet. Putting her hands up, she waves away the apology. “You’re fine. I doubt you could actually hurt me right now.” And then realizing what she’s just said, Wessex quickly tries to follow it up. “Not as an insult, I’m just… far stronger than I look.” Hopefully that’ll serve as a satisfactory placeholder for now.
“I’m Wessex. You are?”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
