you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Clem’s look towards the great white expanse doesn’t go unnoticed. “You alright?” she asks casually, not trying to interrogate the kid or anything. As he bounces closer, the Wraith indicates the exit to the cave portal and that they should head that way. “I’m getting rocks for a new shrine. Did you know there’s a goddess of Winter? It’s called Eirachi.” Whether or not it’s good or bad or neither (chaotic neutral, if you will), Wessex doesn’t know. She can only take her cue from the fangs and the seductive ice-looks, and the tit for fat mentality. It seems… more feral, wilder than the Heralds. Like something that actually came out of the Fangs, which is fitting.
“So how you doing?” Wessex inquires as a follow up question. Meaning, of course, his time here. How was he getting along, now that it’s been awhile? A year, perhaps?
“So how you doing?” Wessex inquires as a follow up question. Meaning, of course, his time here. How was he getting along, now that it’s been awhile? A year, perhaps?
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
