I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
In this temperature and weather, with snow abundant and the ruins a cold, damp, gloomy place - the Firlings are wetter than she thought they might be. Her lasers target an unfortunately close tree, but it doesn’t burst into overly-dramatic flames the way she would have liked. Instead, it squeals a bit as if in pain and tries to hop away with some awkward jerks and rustling. There’s smoke - a lot of smoke - but not much more than that. Well this… wasn’t exactly the plan, she confesses with a bit of a strain.
All her lasers have done is effectively move the trees away from her… and towards Neron. Wessex gives up on her lasers and calls out, “Where are you?”
She can’t see the Hailstorm for the trees.
All her lasers have done is effectively move the trees away from her… and towards Neron. Wessex gives up on her lasers and calls out, “Where are you?”
She can’t see the Hailstorm for the trees.
WESSEX
