WESSEX
Her reticence seems to have the intended effect and there are no more questions about her relationship (or lack thereof) with Remi. Or the other Grounders, which might be as equally difficult to explain without touching on who she really is. But him? A lowlife moving things between boats? The corner of her mouth purses together in amusment. “Ah, I’d heard of the smuggling underground here, but if all you do is move things between boats, I suppose you mightn’t know much about it.” And Wessex, of course, wouldn’t presume. His next question about the best place in Caido brings a chuckle out of her- half for his assessment of her and half because she’s wondering if he’s fishing for a Torchline compliment.
“Depends. My kind don’t like the sun much, so some might say Halo is best. But if you’re a normal person and can hold your own, I imagine Torchline is best. There’s the Greatwood if you love a good maze and have a thing for people with wings, and the Grounds if you like shitholes.” After listing them off, she comes to a pause, and she tilts her head to one side, looking out to the horizon.
“But there’s so much more we don’t know. So. Ask me again in a year or two.” Giving Zeph a bit of a side look, she has a question of her own. “What’s down in the Maw? And in the Fingers?” It's difficult to have exceptional hearing and not pick up whispers of things, you know.
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
