WESSEX
Wessex can imagine that for most of the other ‘made’ demigods, their relationships with their ‘parents’ aren’t quite the same. Which is an interesting idea for another time, with Remi more or less pressed into service, and Ronin raging against Safrin… she can see how their loyalties might be tested more often than, say, hers or Delphia’s or the twins’. “Both?” she says with a shrug. “I suppose what I mean is, now that I’ve mangled it a bit, is that I’m trying to pick my battles. Learning when to press and when not to. Saving up the brownie points in case I need to… say no to something. Ask for a big favor. Something like that.” Save up the credit by not asking for much. On the other hand he could establish himself as an independent thinker, but she’s not so sure Ludo would take well to that kind of persistent micro-challenges.
What she does know is that the Voice has given her remarkable agency within their relationship and within the umbrella of her children. She kinda pities others who don’t have that.
At least Remi had bitten where she’d wanted him to; luckily there’s no need to act a certain way when responding - other than a tad dramatically. With the teenies of sighs, she lays back into the sand and closes her eyes, a sense of weariness washing over her. “Yeah. Didn’t work out. It’s an all hands on deck kind of attempt and not all hands were willing to be on deck. So… not this year for us. I’ll just ease the guilt by helping him a bit.” She does, of course, know full well what Ronin’s marching orders are, and is content just to tag along on some kind of mission, even if it’s from Safrin. The Grounds will otherwise be on their own.
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
