we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Wessex switches their trajectory a bit and between the two of them, they’re able to smoothly get the tub of water over to one of the wells. “I’ll lift if you guide,” she says lightly, before squatting down to pick up the metal container. It occurs to her mid lift that Sunjata could probably just swoosh it all out and down, but she’s already here and though it causes the tiniest of chuckles to herself, she follow through with the motion.
Assuming it all goes down okay, the Wraith lets the tub drop and then peers into the ground, mildly curious. Some other day, some other time, she might have wanted to investigate. Not today, however. “Well. That was thoroughly anticlimactic.” The corner of her mouth twitches as she turns to the Flood and raises a brow. “Wanna fly home? Or a teleport?”
Assuming it all goes down okay, the Wraith lets the tub drop and then peers into the ground, mildly curious. Some other day, some other time, she might have wanted to investigate. Not today, however. “Well. That was thoroughly anticlimactic.” The corner of her mouth twitches as she turns to the Flood and raises a brow. “Wanna fly home? Or a teleport?”
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