WESSEX
“Not all the time. Um - just consider cutting them with a knife first? I think most apples are probably quite safe.” Though she isn’t the best judge of apples and hasn’t been for a few years now. “I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t ruined them for you.” Thankfully, the topic is moving on and Wessex has far more knowledge about the effects of the barrier on the Grounds than she does about whether or not seed ghosts are in every single apple Lilliane will encounter in the future. “Yeah, the barrier was effectively a bubble. Nothing got in or out. I don’t know how it worked, specifically, but the weather patterns changed in here, and the soil changed. It became weak. After a while you could never really count on a full harvest, for whatever reason. Animals mutated, too. We managed to eke out a living, but I’d say the Ground hasn’t thrived for at least the past fifty-odd years. We’re doing our best to recover, but…”
She shrugs. “It isn’t easy when most of your people don’t need to eat and prefer going out at night.” No incentives. And that’s hard for someone (that’s Wessex) who thinks that their survival depends heavily on making the Grounds a place where all people, other than the Order, are welcome.
“Have you been to the other regions, yet? Torchline or Halo? King’s End? What was your home like?" Here she is, running her mouth off without asking the newcomer about their home. Terribly rude, Wessex. Terribly rude.
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
