I write sins, not tragedies
Raising a brow at the shaman’s statement, Wessex realizes just how far from everyday reality her situation is now. “Huh. I expect myself to be blown up, depending on where I die,” she says with a lightness, despite the dark topic. And it is very dark, what with the thunder rolling in and bones and body parts in various hands.
Wessex will be a weapon even after she’s gone. It’s only fitting.
Taking the offered staff, the Wraith sets the forearm down and takes a closer look. Wiping away some dirt with her sleeve, it quickly becomes apparent how decked out the piece is. It looks familiar, but she can’t quite place it (after all, it’s been years since she’s been to the Whispershore). Still, as Chaele said, there is power in things and they had to come from somewhere. If it all came from the Greatwood, it might be of use.
“That’s odd. Perhaps it’s something from Halo. I know they like to have their weatherproof and warm things. I assume that’ll be useful to you?” Because if not… she has some Grounders who could use a new something for Deepfrost. That thought remains unsaid, however, and she just looks across at the hidden person, expectantly.
Wessex will be a weapon even after she’s gone. It’s only fitting.
Taking the offered staff, the Wraith sets the forearm down and takes a closer look. Wiping away some dirt with her sleeve, it quickly becomes apparent how decked out the piece is. It looks familiar, but she can’t quite place it (after all, it’s been years since she’s been to the Whispershore). Still, as Chaele said, there is power in things and they had to come from somewhere. If it all came from the Greatwood, it might be of use.
“That’s odd. Perhaps it’s something from Halo. I know they like to have their weatherproof and warm things. I assume that’ll be useful to you?” Because if not… she has some Grounders who could use a new something for Deepfrost. That thought remains unsaid, however, and she just looks across at the hidden person, expectantly.
WESSEX
