WESSEX
There’s two things Wessex knows:
One, this is the penitentiary.
Two, something is definitely wrong with it.
And one thing the queen doesn’t quite know? If this is really Caido and the Hollowed Grounds after all. Sure the prison looks the same, but the world around her is dark, cold, covered and coated with vines or roots, and a strange slimy substance she’s not sure she wants to know what it is.
It’s dark, there’s some ash floating in the air, she thinks at least. It’s like snow, but it smells terrible and she’s incredibly thankful for not needing to breathe. But of course, it doesn’t end there (because why would it, knowing Wessex’s luck?) and she looks around the cell she’s in before noticing the door hangs a small amount open. At least she’s not trapped, though if were being honest, she’d like to see them try to.
She hears a sound as she slips through the bars, and with her enhanced sight she focuses on the source, scouting through the dark to find a hue of dark blackish brown and red, only for a split second before a voice calls out for her.
Fucking great. The midwife.
Phoebe turns toward Wessex after rounding a corner and immediately the Ascended queen’s head starts throbbing. No. She doesn’t know why she’s here. No she doesn’t know what’s going on. And then the midwife's eyes narrow and honestly? Wessex rolls her eyes. (Why does everyone assume she’s the bad guy when she’s actually been making an effort? You know, being a queen and keeping up appearances and all that.)
The Wraith moves toward Phoebe to push the midwife behind her, because even if she disliked the woman, she’s still a person she rules over. A person she’s to protect. She pauses nearby Phoebe, eyes remaining on the spot the odd creature had been, while she instructs the midwife. ”I didn’t put you here. And be quiet, we’re not alone.” There’s a slight bite to her voice, but she figures if the midwife and dragon can’t follow her direction, perhaps they deserve whatever’s coming to them.
You know, survival of the fittest.
One, this is the penitentiary.
Two, something is definitely wrong with it.
And one thing the queen doesn’t quite know? If this is really Caido and the Hollowed Grounds after all. Sure the prison looks the same, but the world around her is dark, cold, covered and coated with vines or roots, and a strange slimy substance she’s not sure she wants to know what it is.
It’s dark, there’s some ash floating in the air, she thinks at least. It’s like snow, but it smells terrible and she’s incredibly thankful for not needing to breathe. But of course, it doesn’t end there (because why would it, knowing Wessex’s luck?) and she looks around the cell she’s in before noticing the door hangs a small amount open. At least she’s not trapped, though if were being honest, she’d like to see them try to.
She hears a sound as she slips through the bars, and with her enhanced sight she focuses on the source, scouting through the dark to find a hue of dark blackish brown and red, only for a split second before a voice calls out for her.
Fucking great. The midwife.
Phoebe turns toward Wessex after rounding a corner and immediately the Ascended queen’s head starts throbbing. No. She doesn’t know why she’s here. No she doesn’t know what’s going on. And then the midwife's eyes narrow and honestly? Wessex rolls her eyes. (Why does everyone assume she’s the bad guy when she’s actually been making an effort? You know, being a queen and keeping up appearances and all that.)
The Wraith moves toward Phoebe to push the midwife behind her, because even if she disliked the woman, she’s still a person she rules over. A person she’s to protect. She pauses nearby Phoebe, eyes remaining on the spot the odd creature had been, while she instructs the midwife. ”I didn’t put you here. And be quiet, we’re not alone.” There’s a slight bite to her voice, but she figures if the midwife and dragon can’t follow her direction, perhaps they deserve whatever’s coming to them.
You know, survival of the fittest.
