W E S S E X
But that’s not true, is it? Evie has much to lose - including her own life - even if she doesn’t see it yet. Still, the now-General and once-Queen is thankful for the pledge even as the responsibility for another potential death weighs heavy on her shoulders.
Her fingers rub methodically and idly against each other as she tries to find a decent time to take her leave. Not too soon, lest it seem like she doesn’t care. Not too long so it doesn’t feel like she’s encroaching on time meant to be saying goodbye. Because she’d gotten that already. “I think he is,” she tries to offer as some kind of condolence. “The Voice has said she has a wonderful place for us - and there he’ll meet all the Ascended who came and went before him. He’ll probably be in dork paradise with all the lost knowledge they’ve got.”
Wessex will see him again too, eventually. Evie, on the other hand… well, the Wraith realizes a little too late what her explanation of the Voice’s place for them will leave out. She looks down, suddenly flooded by a wave of guilt, and takes that as her cue. “I’ll come back tomorrow, if you want to burn him then. Or the next day. Whenever is best for you.”
Reaching out touch Evie’s shoulder gently, Wessex exits the Worsworth house as quietly as she came.
{FIN}
Her fingers rub methodically and idly against each other as she tries to find a decent time to take her leave. Not too soon, lest it seem like she doesn’t care. Not too long so it doesn’t feel like she’s encroaching on time meant to be saying goodbye. Because she’d gotten that already. “I think he is,” she tries to offer as some kind of condolence. “The Voice has said she has a wonderful place for us - and there he’ll meet all the Ascended who came and went before him. He’ll probably be in dork paradise with all the lost knowledge they’ve got.”
Wessex will see him again too, eventually. Evie, on the other hand… well, the Wraith realizes a little too late what her explanation of the Voice’s place for them will leave out. She looks down, suddenly flooded by a wave of guilt, and takes that as her cue. “I’ll come back tomorrow, if you want to burn him then. Or the next day. Whenever is best for you.”
Reaching out touch Evie’s shoulder gently, Wessex exits the Worsworth house as quietly as she came.
{FIN}
The Wraith
