dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
The blonde woman chuckles, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’d probably have deserved it. Nothing I haven’t dodged before.” The casual way with which she approaches violence and a potential threat probably betrays something, but it could also just be that she’s usually pretty laid back (albeit boring) when she meets someone for the first time and it’s on good terms. Wessex never wanted to be a stick in the mud. Somehow, maybe with age or with taking on responsibility, she became boring. And she hates it.
As they get closer she studies the man a little more, finding what she can see young and ruggedly attractive. The Wraith knows she is lacking in that department, and knowing that takes the pressure off of flirting with strangers (unless they’re beautiful women in the dark of night). So she answers truthfully. “Exploring, mostly. The Fangs are -” pausing to give the peaks above them a respectful glance, she searches for the word. “- expansive. Impressive.” Something to be conquered, in time. A little shrug. “We have nothing like it in the Hollowed Ground.”
As they get closer she studies the man a little more, finding what she can see young and ruggedly attractive. The Wraith knows she is lacking in that department, and knowing that takes the pressure off of flirting with strangers (unless they’re beautiful women in the dark of night). So she answers truthfully. “Exploring, mostly. The Fangs are -” pausing to give the peaks above them a respectful glance, she searches for the word. “- expansive. Impressive.” Something to be conquered, in time. A little shrug. “We have nothing like it in the Hollowed Ground.”
