I write sins, not tragedies
With the shawl and the staff neatly split up and no real need for any additional fae parts, Wessex sits back on her heels and waits for Chaele to finish her dissections. Loki is far more interested in the heart than the demigod is, because coagulated as the blood is, it’s still blood. Her nostrils flare and her head weaves back and forth in a serpentine motion, trying to inch closer and perhaps make off with what looks like a snack. Her bonded is aware of her antics, raising a brow and murmuring a warning , “Loki…” to the dragon.
And though they are heart and soul, Wessex is half-parent and half-companion to the dragon. Her warnings are taken seriously. With a snort and a sqauck, the dragon halts and looks elsewhere, as if she wouldn’t dream of doing what she was just doing. The Wraith chuckles to herself, though the sound is swallowed by the low rumble of thunder again, and she looks to the sky with a tight-lipped frown. Pulled back down by the question, her answer is immediate - she doeesn’t need to think about it.
“No. I’ve died before. I know what’s waiting for me - and who.” Wistfully, she does nothing to try and hide the nostalgic tone that seems to take root in her heart just then. “And whenever I die for good, I’ll have earned my rest. What I fear is what’ll happen to my siblings and my people once I’m gone. If I die too early, or in the midst of war - who will keep them safe?”
And though they are heart and soul, Wessex is half-parent and half-companion to the dragon. Her warnings are taken seriously. With a snort and a sqauck, the dragon halts and looks elsewhere, as if she wouldn’t dream of doing what she was just doing. The Wraith chuckles to herself, though the sound is swallowed by the low rumble of thunder again, and she looks to the sky with a tight-lipped frown. Pulled back down by the question, her answer is immediate - she doeesn’t need to think about it.
“No. I’ve died before. I know what’s waiting for me - and who.” Wistfully, she does nothing to try and hide the nostalgic tone that seems to take root in her heart just then. “And whenever I die for good, I’ll have earned my rest. What I fear is what’ll happen to my siblings and my people once I’m gone. If I die too early, or in the midst of war - who will keep them safe?”
WESSEX
