WESSEX
Arduinna.She places the name in the back of her mind for later. Could be useful.
Looking around at the guildhall - one she has technically recently joined - Wessex scans for the aforementioned dragon, ears also tuned to the flutter (do dragon’s wings flutter?) or hum of something in flight. The Ascended is wary, Remi makes her feel like she’s trespassing, even though he mentions that the watch-reptile is the one responsible for her little request. “Oh?” she murmurs in response. “That was kind of them to oblige. Thank you for being the go-between.” Truth be told, she’d never have thought to get an ice dragon to breathe on something. Magic has never really existed in her world, even though she has friends who wield it.
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
