you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
It’s a good attempt, and since Wessex has committed to playing on easy mode with the merman, she allows the shadow to gently glance off the shield, easily pushed by the spinning water. “Good -” Wessex begins, about to add a suggestion when it appears the second shadow was successful.
The Wraith laughs brightly at the joke, dropping the shadows for a moment. For better or worse, it doesn’t occur to her that answering with the truth might sour whatever budding friendship they have, so she offers a very polite bow and an apology. “Ah, of course. My apologies, good sir. I’m Wessex.” And then with a mischievous glint in her eye, she tells the tail-shadow to pester his tail again, in order to make the merman choose which part of him to defend - the top half or the bottom half? Can he split his focus?
The Wraith laughs brightly at the joke, dropping the shadows for a moment. For better or worse, it doesn’t occur to her that answering with the truth might sour whatever budding friendship they have, so she offers a very polite bow and an apology. “Ah, of course. My apologies, good sir. I’m Wessex.” And then with a mischievous glint in her eye, she tells the tail-shadow to pester his tail again, in order to make the merman choose which part of him to defend - the top half or the bottom half? Can he split his focus?
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
