WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Chuckling warmly in the back of her throat, Wessex concedes all her points. “That’s fair.” She’d hoped by now that she had proven herself a relative friend of Halo, but that mistrust and fear of the unknown can drive that hesitation deep. And everything about the Wraith is likely to scream other. “I was a hunter, mostly, in the Grounds before the Outlanders came. Being able to do it again is a return to refreshing simplicity right now.”
So this kind of thing gets her back to her roots - almost.
Letting Shaye take the lead, Wessex easily follows behind; she is no daughter of the Tundra, and she knows when to take a step back. Offering a fanged smile for the woman’s explanation, the Wraith gestures for her to continue leading, falling half a step back, but with both ears tuned on her guide and their surroundings.
“I owe the Eirachi two shrines for her help on the Sea of Glass in Flowerbirth.” No doubt Shaye had heard of the misadventure, and the demigod is curious to hear what someone outside her circle thinks about it, so she rather coyly keeps her statement short and sweet.
{Fin}
So this kind of thing gets her back to her roots - almost.
Letting Shaye take the lead, Wessex easily follows behind; she is no daughter of the Tundra, and she knows when to take a step back. Offering a fanged smile for the woman’s explanation, the Wraith gestures for her to continue leading, falling half a step back, but with both ears tuned on her guide and their surroundings.
“I owe the Eirachi two shrines for her help on the Sea of Glass in Flowerbirth.” No doubt Shaye had heard of the misadventure, and the demigod is curious to hear what someone outside her circle thinks about it, so she rather coyly keeps her statement short and sweet.
{Fin}
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
