It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Wessex looks at him with a sort of curious fascination; her interactions with Abasi never seem to be lacking in the entertainment department. At first she’d just been annoyed that he came from a world where women weren’t powerful, but now that she’s beginning to ask questions and delve beyond her first impressions, she finds that she wants to know more about his home place and time. “Mmmm,” she agrees, “the portals that bring Outlanders in cross more than spaces and worlds, they seem to cross time as well. This might be the most unnaturally diverse place, ever.”
Everyone holds a little bit of a surprise inside them.
His question makes her pause. Noticeably. What does she say to that, other than the truth? “Well,” Wessex begins, squishing her fingers into the mud a tad more aggressively than before. “We traditionally burn the bodies. Say some prayers to Ludo and Mort.” A brief pause. “But that isn’t appropriate for me. I’ve died once, been reborn. I don’t even know if Mort wants my tarnished Ascended soul.” Trying to keep it all light, the Queen is able to keep all but a tiny bit of snark from creeping in.
Everyone holds a little bit of a surprise inside them.
His question makes her pause. Noticeably. What does she say to that, other than the truth? “Well,” Wessex begins, squishing her fingers into the mud a tad more aggressively than before. “We traditionally burn the bodies. Say some prayers to Ludo and Mort.” A brief pause. “But that isn’t appropriate for me. I’ve died once, been reborn. I don’t even know if Mort wants my tarnished Ascended soul.” Trying to keep it all light, the Queen is able to keep all but a tiny bit of snark from creeping in.
