WESSEX
It’s been a long time since she’s seen one of these creatures, and quite frankly, Wessex doesn’t miss it. “A seed ghost, I think,” she says as she tries to grasp the little transparent thing in a place where it won’t be a ‘threat’ to her. “They live in apples and eat the seeds - I guess I forgot because we haven’t had healthy apple trees for years, but, uh -” Glancing with both guilt and relief at the apple she’d handed Lilliane minutes ago, the Natural tentatively points at her gift. “You might want to be careful with that. These fuckers can sting.” To illustrate her point, she then hurls her ravaged bits of fruit away from the two of them. Let the little bugs have it - it’s not like Wessex was hungry.
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
