WESSEX
“Ah,” Paired with a knowing grin, Wessex chuckles and makes an apologetic face. “They I shouldn’t tell you I’m easily impressed with things I know nothing about?” Jewelry obviously being one of them. Anyone who takes more than a minute to look at the warrior can tell that other than a beloved necklace that she rarely wears, the finer things are not… her Thing.That apologetic look turns into something more knowing and accepting as she falls quiet, though not solemn, and nods. “I know the feeling. Haven’t a bit of beauty in me. All weapon now, it seems.” That’s a bit more self-deprecating and vulnerable than she’d like to be, but it’s too late to take it back now. Squatting down instead of hovering over him, she watches what he’s doing from a little closer, doing her best to stay out of the way.
“For anyone in particular?” For whatever reason, she gets the feeling that the piece isn't for him.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
