A slow nod, knowing that Sam is inherently more cautious than she, and that in this case, caution can save lives. “I’m going to bring it up to the Voice first, because if she’s not on board, I don’t think it will go anywhere. There’s so much conflicting information, from Her, from our own experiences…” A soft no would probably bring the demi-god back with familial reinforcements (they’ve misunderstood each other regarding family involvement, which is typical, isn’t it?), but a hard no would be another story… already, she thinks they don’t reproduce in a biological sense, it’s just over a century of killing that has created more than the small group of mortals could imagine.
But, ah, on the ever-growing to-do list it goes. As soon as she gets her dragon, then she’ll go see their Lady.
Not intending to add injury to insult, Wessex chuckles at Sam’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s probably a good think you’re not. Death is very final. In most cases. I don’t want my heartless characteristics to be the Ascended norm.” Someone else, just one would be great. But not all of them. That would be a recipe for disaster. A self-aware wolf. That’s what the Wraith is.
But, ah, on the ever-growing to-do list it goes.
Not intending to add injury to insult, Wessex chuckles at Sam’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s probably a good think you’re not. Death is very final. In most cases. I don’t want my heartless characteristics to be the Ascended norm.” Someone else, just one would be great. But not all of them. That would be a recipe for disaster. A self-aware wolf. That’s what the Wraith is.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
