WESSEX
In the end, she can’t bring herself to do it. Despite the sight of the Fae and her own people bowing low before the carried woman, Wessex stands and quietly watches her. There are many things to watch tonight: an owl who seems familiar with Deimos, who then shifts to a leopard (oh, Amalia, they have so much to catch up on), a flying small whale (!!!) foxes, raccoons, the shine of the sea and the beauty of the lady. And though all of those things are collectively compelling, in the end, the woman on the litter is not her lady. The Ascended will not bow, and she will not beg forgiveness for her ignorance. It is a choice. Just like her choice to forsake the Old Gods. Just like the Fae’s choice to hate the ‘unnatural.’ One by one, she sees the rest of them (aside from Lucas, her fellow deviant) incline themselves to some degree while the blonde woman simply stands tall and watches without a sound.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
