you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
In a way, Wessex might as well be a collector of the Wordsworth children - Sam, Evie, and apparently Amalia, though none of them know that yet. Noticing that her admission of the ability to do magic seems to calm Evie down a bit, the Wraith does her best to reflect a sense of ease and camaraderie - two Naturals in this together, two women, two people who have survived against all sorts of odds.
Nodding slightly, the demigod ventures a small smile. “It is. I am honored. But unfortunately improvement doesn’t stop just because I’ve earned a Goddess’s favor.” If anything, she should work even harder to improve, to continue to demonstrate her worthiness. There are others who have far more power than she does; what will she do when she comes up against them?
Unafraid to flatter the girl for a bit of help, Wessex looks at Evie with an admiring eye. “You know far more than I do. Would you mind teaching me? Whatever it is you can do, earth or otherwise, I’ll try and copy or invent something new.” They’re secluded here in the glade - with any luck no one will come upon them, and if they do, she has a feeling that the Wordsworth girl is good at suddenly hiding things and pretending like nothing is amiss. It’s weird, but Wessex doesn’t want all her tricks getting out.
Nodding slightly, the demigod ventures a small smile. “It is. I am honored. But unfortunately improvement doesn’t stop just because I’ve earned a Goddess’s favor.” If anything, she should work even harder to improve, to continue to demonstrate her worthiness. There are others who have far more power than she does; what will she do when she comes up against them?
Unafraid to flatter the girl for a bit of help, Wessex looks at Evie with an admiring eye. “You know far more than I do. Would you mind teaching me? Whatever it is you can do, earth or otherwise, I’ll try and copy or invent something new.” They’re secluded here in the glade - with any luck no one will come upon them, and if they do, she has a feeling that the Wordsworth girl is good at suddenly hiding things and pretending like nothing is amiss. It’s weird, but Wessex doesn’t want all her tricks getting out.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
