tryhard

WESSEX out of the night that covers me “Ludo is…” she trails off with a shrug, unable to finish the sentence. Unpredictable? An enigma? Bi-polar? He was always the one she understood the least when she was Accepted. But his recent actions - what she took to be a kind gesture juxtaposed with telling Roana to kill them all - put him in another category entirely. “Just make sure you have a lot of tricks in your pocket.” she says darkly, now irritated that the alchemist is putting himself in danger. Which is what she assumes, because he doesn’t deny that he’s going to do anything. And he better not drag Sam into it, either - but she keeps that little threat tied up tightly. Everything is falling to pieces and she can’t do a damn thing about it. “Might work,” the Queen offers noncommittally. “Give you some time to… I don’t know, try and hide somewhere.” But that’s the best she can offer, because you can’t fix stupidity and she’s beginning to wonder how far it’s spread, this going out during LongNight nonsense. “Then I’ll leave you to it,” comes as she steps away and takes one last look at the Guildhall. Remi said no to the kids, and she could command it, but she won’t. On the long list of battles to pick, this wasn’t one of them. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul