AEDION
not yet corpses
He, too, arrives when Wessex makes the call. He had listened to her, had made sure he visited the Voice for refueling, and he realizes soon after as he approaches the Spire under the cover of night that he’s literally never felt better in his life – this one and the last. He still manages to come a bit underprepared, at least in his mind. He comes bearing a couple of knives and himself. He hopes that whoever else comes has things a bit more helpful than he. Deep down he only hopes that he can blame it on his newness, his fresh Ascended status and being unaware of the goings on around him.He has left his perch, his position, on the edge of the field and approaches when the others do. It feels almost strange, like a clock counting down the seconds until they can move again. But he feels better, holds himself better, and has managed to find better suited clothing without the rips and tears of his previous ones. He wears nearly all black, only the boots are a dark shade of brown, impossible to tell in the night that they aren’t entirely black. He is also lucky that his hair has grown, and it has grown dark as the night, and it helps to hide his profile as he closes in and finds his steel hued eyes shift from each one that answered with a silent nod of his head.
He greets Wessex first, a silent bob of his head and crooked fanged smile. Turning his head slightly, he nods to Lucas as well, then to 108 as they approach as well. His smile falls completely as his head shifts to the Spire yet again, wondering if he did hear Wessex’s name uttered, like a quiet sound on the wind. But he finds he doesn’t particularly care. Wessex is a strong woman, even stronger Ascended, and he knows that she can handle herself. It is to her that he looks for direction of where and how to start. He has spent years in his previous world in darkness, hidden away from the rest of the world like it is some forgotten puzzle piece. He has no need to continue the story in that way.
still we rot
