WESSEX
Recognizing a dig for information when she hears one, Wessex has to hand it to Zeph; it was understated and smooth. “Oh, you know -” waving her hands above her head to indicate powers above them, “Things far beyond our control.” Gods, spirits, or even just loyalties to mere mortals that they cannot and will not change. But enough about her. “What do you so-called lowlifes do?” she asks innocently, as if she’s never been a type of lowlife herself. Absently picking up a bit of loose rock, she plays with it a bit before tossing it into the ocean.
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
