dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
So… this is it. Three men and herself. Wessex almost laughs in dismay as it is abundantly clear that either no one else is coming, or the rest are dreadfully late and need a hard lesson in timeliness. “Quite the turnout,” she remarks sarcastically, eyebrows raised as she looks at them. Then shrugs. Well. Moving on. “I’m Wessex,” she begins by introducing herself to the tall, yet somewhat thin and frail? looking stranger. “You are?” After waiting for a response, the Queen nods and indicates the big man, “Deimos,” and then her fellow ruler, “and Ronin, fellow King.”
If no one is going to indicate that they know each other, she might as well do a round of introductions.
Now that that’s all taken care of…
With a shrug, she looks at the small group. “I had every intention of holding a vote for who should lead this volunteer force, hoping that more would show up, but -” with a look that should say everything, “I can see why we are few.” From Zariah to the fact that many of her people and Outlanders are peaceful at heart, the reasons are many. She should have known better. “Perhaps having someone most trust in charge would be better and eventually swell the ranks. Deimos?” Wessex turns to the Sword, confident in her pick but ultimately unsure whether he would agree to the task.
“Will you head this small group?”
She's busy, and will eventually need to pick up Ronin's slack - he's dying - and she knows nothing about the stranger. If he hadn't been her hopeful pick before (spoiler alert: he was), he is the only obvious choice, now.
If no one is going to indicate that they know each other, she might as well do a round of introductions.
Now that that’s all taken care of…
With a shrug, she looks at the small group. “I had every intention of holding a vote for who should lead this volunteer force, hoping that more would show up, but -” with a look that should say everything, “I can see why we are few.” From Zariah to the fact that many of her people and Outlanders are peaceful at heart, the reasons are many. She should have known better. “Perhaps having someone most trust in charge would be better and eventually swell the ranks. Deimos?” Wessex turns to the Sword, confident in her pick but ultimately unsure whether he would agree to the task.
“Will you head this small group?”
She's busy, and will eventually need to pick up Ronin's slack - he's dying - and she knows nothing about the stranger. If he hadn't been her hopeful pick before (spoiler alert: he was), he is the only obvious choice, now.
