WESSEX
“Ahh,” Wessex says with a nod, satisfied with this answer. “Can’t speak for anyone else, but I think it’s just me.” Peering back up at the sun, she makes a face. “Our fluid is, uh - volatile, I guess you’d say. But maybe it settles down with time?” Another shrug. “I don’t know the mechanics of it. Hell, I don’t have an explanation for most things that happen to me these days.”
That, at least, she can laugh at. She imagines Ronin might be feeling the same way sometimes.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all