WESSEX
It turns out that Wessex really likes this little peninsula/outcropping. For whatever reason. It’s quiet-ish. The sea is variable, able to shift at any given time. She likes the way the wind ruffles her hair, even if she can’t feel the cooling effect it brings. Loki is with her, and it’s actually the dragonling that spots the chameleon on the rocks, a screech of excitement shot into the air as she thinks she’s found another one of her kind. She’s in for a rude awakening, as Wessex can see from the image she sends her bonded of the ‘other.’ It’s missing wings, but she won’t tell her delighted companion that. Instead, she follows the little black lizard towards the other pair, standing at a distance as Loki swoops down to land on the rock, flat snout extending in greeting to the other.
Wessex chuckles a bit, in no rush to leave the area. Let the kid (as she affectionately thinks of her companion) do what she wants. Experience and learning are the names of the games these days. And as for the man - he seems absorbed in his thing. No need to bother him.
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
