into the frying pan

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster She will not be remiss in asking for her Lady in the future; the near recent events still make her feel like every nanite in her body is alive with a previously unknown energy and that manufactured rush makes her… forgetful. Just this once. “Lady,” she says with an unabashed, cat-like, grin.   How did she find Halo? Terrible and wonderful. She can see the immediate advantages Her children will have there, and though she might find fault in the strategy to try and turn the Mathair into a portal before attempting the Spire, she can find no fault in Halo being the next place they go. Few will be able to do the work the Ascended can do, and if they’re all eventually driven there, well, then… so be it. “Barely hospitable." A dry chuckle. "And a perfect haven for us to work from,” she responds. “Though the Launceleyns are…” Obnoxious, as usual? “An intriguing obstacle.” Zariah has and always will be one, until she’s shut down by someone more powerful. Neron may be more like-minded, but it’s too early to truly tell. Then there’s the horse she found, but timey wimeys prevent her from talking about that and the Voice probably wouldn’t be interested in a horse. “Thank you, again, for your faith in me.” Not only for making her lifting her up and making her even more bright, but for the revival last Deepfrost. It makes facing the certain shit storm that is to come easier. It makes it less important, somehow.