WESSEX
Tilting her head from side to side in thought, Wessex comes a conclusion that sucks for her but is probably best for Lilliane. “It pains me to say this, but the Grounds isn’t the most profitable place for a cook right now.” Wry and dry, they both know what she means by this. “As much as I would love for you to stay here.” And she would, truly - but with everything as it is - Wessex has to think of her first. She who definitely didn’t ask to be dropped in a hot spot at the onset of war’s foreplay. “Because that’s what I wanted the Grounds to be, how I think many of the Ascended want the world to be, but…” Shaking her head, she trails off, and a sudden shout of her name has her looking to her left, where someone approaches. “Oh damn.” Someone she wanted to avoid, and here she is, caught in the open with no place and no excuse to go.
“Hey, if we all survive this thing and you want to set up shop here, we have an abandoned bakery that could be easily converted, I think. And if you prefer elsewhere, well, you’re always welcome.” She flashes a fanged smile at the Outlander and pushes herself up, brushing the grass and bits of natural debris off herself before making a secret face back to Lilliane. Here goes nothing.
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
