I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
When Weaver stops fighting, so does she; the realization that it’s over bringing a satisfied smile to her face. And when the two women stop the fire-stuff, Loki scampers across the sands, loudly chiding Wessex for a number of things. She squats down to pick the dark little lizard up, stroking her body while she tries to explain the situation. “Alright. Yes, I’m sorry for scaring you. But I do these things from time to time and you can’t interfere, understand? You could have gotten hurt.” An outraged screech comes from her companions mouth, as if to throw it back - no, you could have gotten hurt.
Shaking her head and offering Loki a perch on her shoulder, Wessex remembers that Weaver asked a question. Turning, the demigod offers a shrug. “Sorry, Loki is still a baby. She hasn’t seen enough fights to know when I’m actually in danger and when I’m not.” So saying, she turns her head to dragonling’s face - its golden eyes seem to flash a bit of something as if to fight back, but the growls subside. “Loki, this is Weaver. She’s a friend. Weaver, this is my companion Loki.”
Oh yes, the fire. Making a face, the Wraith finds she can’t answer the question. “I mostly just thought about a ‘no fire’ zone around me. Like a little bubble. Not sure how exactly it worked. I’m probably the last person who can theorize on the mechanics of magic.” She’ll want a scholar for that sort of thing. Wessex is just a do-er.
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Shaking her head and offering Loki a perch on her shoulder, Wessex remembers that Weaver asked a question. Turning, the demigod offers a shrug. “Sorry, Loki is still a baby. She hasn’t seen enough fights to know when I’m actually in danger and when I’m not.” So saying, she turns her head to dragonling’s face - its golden eyes seem to flash a bit of something as if to fight back, but the growls subside. “Loki, this is Weaver. She’s a friend. Weaver, this is my companion Loki.”
Oh yes, the fire. Making a face, the Wraith finds she can’t answer the question. “I mostly just thought about a ‘no fire’ zone around me. Like a little bubble. Not sure how exactly it worked. I’m probably the last person who can theorize on the mechanics of magic.” She’ll want a scholar for that sort of thing. Wessex is just a do-er.
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full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
