dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Wessex can only walk so many tightropes; at some point she’ll have to choose which side she’s truly on and stop trying to play the politician we all know she isn’t.
When Arduinna had told her to rid the Greatwood of her Goddess, she’d been a little confused. Isn’t that what the Fae had done with her sacrifice? She’d never thought to go and check to make sure the blight had been removed from the plants, mainly because she’d been respecting Delah’s very explicit instructions. Like a good ally does.
But as the Wraith slips out of Theskyra House and into the trees, she can tell that this is something big. Something different. And when she sees the Mathair, beautifully encircled in electricity, it is both hope and dread that wells up in her throat: hope that they will finally be able to leave the Hallowed Grounds (isn’t that what they’ve been working towards? A portal?), and dread at what a PR nightmare destroying this great tree will be. Whatever it was to the Fae - it is no more, and can never be again.
She comes up behind Samuel and the others, armed with her bow and arrows and just stares up at it, entranced by the beauty and happy to ignore the others for a moment. Until Lucas chucks his spear at it, and then she has to roll her eyes.
Premature, as always. His poor partners.
When Arduinna had told her to rid the Greatwood of her Goddess, she’d been a little confused. Isn’t that what the Fae had done with her sacrifice? She’d never thought to go and check to make sure the blight had been removed from the plants, mainly because she’d been respecting Delah’s very explicit instructions. Like a good ally does.
But as the Wraith slips out of Theskyra House and into the trees, she can tell that this is something big. Something different. And when she sees the Mathair, beautifully encircled in electricity, it is both hope and dread that wells up in her throat: hope that they will finally be able to leave the Hallowed Grounds (isn’t that what they’ve been working towards? A portal?), and dread at what a PR nightmare destroying this great tree will be. Whatever it was to the Fae - it is no more, and can never be again.
She comes up behind Samuel and the others, armed with her bow and arrows and just stares up at it, entranced by the beauty and happy to ignore the others for a moment. Until Lucas chucks his spear at it, and then she has to roll her eyes.
Premature, as always. His poor partners.
