Glancing dutifully towards where Ever points, Wessex does indeed note some glass cases - and then immediately dismisses them. The Order - or whomever now runs the Archives - wouldn’t allow sekrit info out in the open like that. Nodding at each place he names, she has a bit of a far-off look in her eye as the disguised demigod also dismisses the Temple. Been there, done that. Could have missed something, but it isn’t worth going there again.
Which leaves… architecture and science. A light in her eyes slowly brightens, and Wessex actually grins, thought it’s a careful, close-lipped, pinched kind of thing. “That might actually be helpful. Can you show me real quick?”
Which leaves… architecture and science. A light in her eyes slowly brightens, and Wessex actually grins, thought it’s a careful, close-lipped, pinched kind of thing. “That might actually be helpful. Can you show me real quick?”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
