WESSEX
Whatever seemed to have gotten under the chameleon’s skin is gone, though Loki isn’t sure if she’s won or if she’s been bested. All the companions she’s met thus far have been kind and excited to meet someone new - a sentiment she enthusiastically returns. Ever curious, she inches forward as Ki sets herself to sunbathing, and that she recognizes, so the winged lizard unfolds her wings and imitates the other companion, taking her change of color - to something darker as a compliment. It only seems natural that the other might make amends for her initial aggressions. Wessex meanwhile, chuckles at Zephy’s description of chameleons and nods in sympathy. “I can imagine. At least they can’t fly,” she jokes back, wondering what kind of damage Loki might do if she could do all that she does and blend in with the background.
“He’s good enough for an Outlander. Done alot to help the Grounders, even when we didn’t want it.” Taking a breath to ponder what the exact nature of their relationship is, the familiar phrase it’s complicated halted right at the tip of her tongue. “Mutual respect between us, but I don’t know if we’d ever call each other friends.” They might have, once, but Ludo calling in that vow changed everything.
“If I might venture a guess… you aren’t thrilled with 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
