I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
“Goddess above, just fucking MOVE!” Wessex tone belies the extent of exasperation in a person who has never been very patient to begin with. “I’ll chop you up and burn you if I have to,” she swears, growling at the Firlings that have also surrounded her. Knowing that they’re at least partially sentient, she does feel some sort of obligation to warn them, in case the threat of fire and becoming firewood trigger some sort of flight response. “Don’t think that I won’t.”
But to no one’s surprise, the threats go unheeded, and now she has to follow through with her threats. Backing up, the Wraith reaches out to the Hailstorm, offering a solemn, Should probably soak the trees around you. before she targets one of the Firlings with her lasers.
But to no one’s surprise, the threats go unheeded, and now she has to follow through with her threats. Backing up, the Wraith reaches out to the Hailstorm, offering a solemn, Should probably soak the trees around you. before she targets one of the Firlings with her lasers.
WESSEX
