“Mmmm, that’s good to hear. Still, I’d love nothing more than to see him powerless, strapped to a chair, silenced, and forced to hear his hypocrisies laid out before him.” She shakes her head. “I’ll never understand how the Outlanders could come here and get sucked into the Old Gods’ worship. Didn’t they have their own gods in their own world? Can they abandon them so easily? Is power that alluring, that they can shut their ears to the possibility that everything here isn’t what it seems to be?” Wessex scoffs, scowls, and the criticism of the Outlanders becomes a tiny bit heated. While it’s true she’s never liked most of the invaders, this is one of things thats bothered her the most. Phoebe’s attachment to Frey. Jigano and whomever. Loren and whomever. It would be one thing to be raised and indoctrinated - it’s another to come in as an adult and fail to make educated choices.
Granted, the blight fucked them over a bit in that regard, but…
Pushing the thoughts away, the Wraith refocuses on what Sam said. What does she know? There’s a sudden change and a soft smile spreads across her face, as if she’s warmed from within. “I’ll admit I don’t know much about her history. But I do know her name. Her original name.” She pauses and considers the pages in front of her. “But names have power and I’m not sure it should go in the book. It seems… private. Like it was meant for us, alone.”
Granted, the blight fucked them over a bit in that regard, but…
Pushing the thoughts away, the Wraith refocuses on what Sam said. What does she know? There’s a sudden change and a soft smile spreads across her face, as if she’s warmed from within. “I’ll admit I don’t know much about her history. But I do know her name. Her original name.” She pauses and considers the pages in front of her. “But names have power and I’m not sure it should go in the book. It seems… private. Like it was meant for us, alone.”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
