to make a mother proud

dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous

Anything is possible: the Voice’s mantra echoes and lends itself to Wessex’s ever expanding. For now, though, she declines to ask for it, knowing full well she’s been given many gifts already. A look of consideration crosses her face as she weighs what to say or do next. There’s a fine line between ambition and greed, and knowing when to toe the line is something she’s always been iffy at. Perhaps it’s because she’s a woman, perhaps it’s from fear of admonishment or pushing her luck, or perhaps it’s because she knows that Deepfrost will prove incredibly busy and she already has a quest of sorts. Distractions would be unhelpful.

One day. Or something bigger than that. It seems like her mind has yet to determine the limits to what her powers could be.

“May I drink?” she concludes, as the Voice hadn’t opened with the offer. Wessex is ultimately somewhat unsatisfied with what she’s learned today, but neither her nor her Lady seem to have a penchant for long, confiding conversations. And she’d been shut down, more or less. So it isn’t a fear that rises in her throat, but a curiosity from a willing subject. “You wouldn’t... withhold your energy from us, right?”

That's not what mothers are supposed to do. And they are usually good children. But what if they weren't? Hypothetically speaking, of course.

the VOICE

At the request to drink, the Voice opens her arms willingly, her smile as dazzling as ever. "Never," she assures her bright one. "Wherever I am able to be, I will come to you if you need it." And if they continued to explore as she had bid them to do, to make their shrines and their safehouses, and to spread word of their blessed existence, then the task would become ever more easy to do.

"Drink, Wessex, until you are sated. And remember - the more we endear ourselves to those who are less bright than we, the more likely we are to gain brothers and sisters as time goes on. That is paramount to our success."

Coding base by Sky!

dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous

Never comes the assurance, and Wessex’s eyes almost fill with tears. Between her Lady and what will be Ludo’s small favor, the woman who was once very much alone (half of her own doing, admittedly) is slowly realizing that she really isn’t. She may have to play multiple parts and come to terms that her responsibilities will often be in conflict with each other, but she is not alone.

She reverently takes the offered arm and the words to heart. She must learn to soften her edges. She must guide instead of shove, she must ask instead of berate. There is a time for fierceness and there is a time for understanding. Wessex gives in and allows herself to trust that there is a plan, that not knowing means she isn’t culpable, and that’s a good thing.

When sated, the child kisses her mother’s wrist in love and silently departs, drawing the bookcase closed when the Goddess takes her leave. They must ready themselves - again.

{FIN}