Go
deep throat
a cactus
He’s free to leave if he isn’t invested in the conversation; Wessex isn’t the type to take offense to that sort of thing. Usually rather terse and to-the-point, she doesn’t even banter with strangers. That sort of affection is reserved for those closest to the Queen. So she doesn’t push either topic - the curiously undead, or apparently, telling him what he already knows.
At least, until he perks up. Wessex thinks about it for a moment, her head tilting a bit to one side. “I don’t see why not. She brought you here. She’s the one making portals. If anyone can send you back, it’s Her.” And Her power is growing all the time, the Ascended-daughter thinks, mentally remarking on how it wasn’t so long ago that the Goddess was imprisoned. Now she’s wreaking havoc on a forest. What’s next?
At least, until he perks up. Wessex thinks about it for a moment, her head tilting a bit to one side. “I don’t see why not. She brought you here. She’s the one making portals. If anyone can send you back, it’s Her.” And Her power is growing all the time, the Ascended-daughter thinks, mentally remarking on how it wasn’t so long ago that the Goddess was imprisoned. Now she’s wreaking havoc on a forest. What’s next?
