How Loren could possible know that their interaction was off when he’s rarely seen the two Ascended interact and they both know Sam is awkward AF, is beyond Wessex. But so it goes. “Great,” she says to Sam. “Can I see what you've got?” Standing up to lean over the pages, she is now actually able to see what he’s writing - the title, their names, the surprisingly beautiful vine an dleaf pattern that radiates from their little family. A soft, sad smile appears as she sees names of people who are no longer with them - and people she’d liked, but had disappeared - lost or dead or withering away, she does not know.
Loren’s question about helping (why does he always think they need his help?) echoes in the back of her head. “Ascended things,” she answers absently, eyes still on the beginning pages of the tome (a unique idea, one she likes and approves of and would help craft, if Sam feels so inclined to listen to the things she’s learned). The same way he does Attuned things - so do they do Ascended things. It’s a schism neither can cross.
Loren’s question about helping (why does he always think they need his help?) echoes in the back of her head. “Ascended things,” she answers absently, eyes still on the beginning pages of the tome (a unique idea, one she likes and approves of and would help craft, if Sam feels so inclined to listen to the things she’s learned). The same way he does Attuned things - so do they do Ascended things. It’s a schism neither can cross.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
