WESSEX
It isn’t what she’s asking about, but perhaps Wessex oughtto have been more direct. “Okay. Good. Just checking. I heard this LongNight was going to be extra chilly.” Part of her anticipates Eirachi spreading her hand across the world now that she has so many shrines. She wouldn’t put it past the sharp-toothed spirit. Shifting to the outer edges of this particular snow moss garden, the Wraith slowly picks at smaller pieces, leaving most of it for the girl. And when it seems like her bag is starting to bulge, she offers a quiet, “How ‘bout I walk you home? There may not be any Monsters left, but the Woods can still be a little dangerous.”
And even if there are protests, Wessex will hear none of it. Back to her house they both go.
{Fin}
And even if there are protests, Wessex will hear none of it. Back to her house they both go.
{Fin}
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
