The Little Things You Give Away {Open}

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster She shrugs as he flat out states that he’s not important. And to Zariah that may have been true, he may have been no more than a tool and a pawn, but he doesn’t have to stay in such a position. “So? Everyone’s shit still stinks the same way.” Names? They mean very little to a woman who’s grown up with little societal structure. Power? She’s killed. Been threatened. Strength and importance is what one makes of it. She chuckles. “Except for mine. I don’t shit anymore.” And as an Ascended, that means she doesn’t pray at this shrine. In fact, Wessex hs very vivid memories of being almost burned alive in the Glade. Her head shakes, almost sadly, but not quite. “And these Gods aren’t mine. But if I’ve interrupted something, let me know.” If he wanted to pray, she certainly wouldn’t stand in his way. Live and let live. At least for now.