WESSEX
A giant solar beam? Interesting… she doesn’t make any attempt to hide that opinion on her face as she nods a bit. “So either burn and explode or burn and… get sick and terrible blisters?” She can still remember the folly of spending all day in the Longheat sun and coming back, red as a tomato, and hurting the next day (and the next day, and the next day).
As for Neron being a typical Ascended? “No, you definitely aren’t,” the Wraith concedes with a chuckle. It’s something she both loves and hates about the Hailstorm.
Either they’re traveling quickly or the light source is coming their way - Wessex eyes it, thankful but curious. “Loki?” she calls to her companion, but there’s no response. No sign of her above them, either. In the distance, though, they’ll hear a dragon’s hunting cry (well, to them it might be just a regular old screech). The question is - is it the little black dragon herding and making mischeif or a big white one?
As for Neron being a typical Ascended? “No, you definitely aren’t,” the Wraith concedes with a chuckle. It’s something she both loves and hates about the Hailstorm.
Either they’re traveling quickly or the light source is coming their way - Wessex eyes it, thankful but curious. “Loki?” she calls to her companion, but there’s no response. No sign of her above them, either. In the distance, though, they’ll hear a dragon’s hunting cry (well, to them it might be just a regular old screech). The question is - is it the little black dragon herding and making mischeif or a big white one?
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
