Children of the Revolution

Wessex plays favorites. Everyone does. Let’s not try to pretend otherwise. In her analytical mind, there is only one Ascendant left worth associating herself with, and she imagines he might feel the same. Cool kids unite. The leather-wearing, Edy-fucking, badass, snarky ‘siblings’ should have a grand ‘ol time exploring the new world together, shouldn’t they? Get to know each other a little bit more, make plans to take over the world. You know, the kind of things competitive, biologically enhanced families do together. Wessex crouches in the wild, high grass between the scorch line and the forest. She’s been there for a bit now, still as a statue, watching and waiting, seeing as much as she can, listening, and smelling. She’ll go in soon, she’s just waiting for the inevitable curiosity to sink in. And with the sun below the horizon, it’s time for them to play. Like the little blips of light that keep floating around the darker shadows that mark the entrance to the forest. They seem pleasant enough. She is… cautiously optimistic. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm