WESSEX
It’s a weird role reversal, given how many times the Flood has carted Ascended hither and thither; to now carry him on her back makes the Wraith feel like things are coming full circle in some way. With only her own thoughts to accompany her the rest of the way, she trusts that Jata is able to keep what water is left in the tub from spilling until they land.
She follows almost the same trail that her little expedition group had followed last time, until they come to the foul-smelling Sunshine pools and Ghilio’s hovel. The ground is still cracked and dry, but some places look a little more damp - it’s obvious others have been here. She hovers over the ground, delicately setting the tub down before skirting off to one side to make her own landing and extend a wing to let Jata off.
She follows almost the same trail that her little expedition group had followed last time, until they come to the foul-smelling Sunshine pools and Ghilio’s hovel. The ground is still cracked and dry, but some places look a little more damp - it’s obvious others have been here. She hovers over the ground, delicately setting the tub down before skirting off to one side to make her own landing and extend a wing to let Jata off.
the resistance
never backing down
never backing down
