It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
What even is ‘appropriate’ these days, hm? Wessex chuckles dryly. “Oh, I think we went way past appropriate uses for magic when there were firework cocks in the sky.” Pretty though. They’d rarely had fireworks in the Bubble, before the Outlanders came. They all use their powers shamelessly. It’s a thing.
Taking note of his tone, her head bobs slowly up and down in agreement. Noble and obsessive. Stupid, probably, too. “Thanks. We’ll need it.” Anyone would need it, not just her small band of brave souls. Goddess, she is proud of them, though. And here she is, laying the seeds for potential favors in the future, for aid when they need it - smoothing over old tensions as best as an old, emotionally unintelligent outcast can.
Tossing the rest of her drink back, The Wraith fixes him with a look as she swallows. “Pretty sure I can manage at least one. Things never really go according to plan, and I am a sucker for heroics.” She offers an exaggerated shrug, poking fun mostly at herself.
Taking note of his tone, her head bobs slowly up and down in agreement. Noble and obsessive. Stupid, probably, too. “Thanks. We’ll need it.” Anyone would need it, not just her small band of brave souls. Goddess, she is proud of them, though. And here she is, laying the seeds for potential favors in the future, for aid when they need it - smoothing over old tensions as best as an old, emotionally unintelligent outcast can.
Tossing the rest of her drink back, The Wraith fixes him with a look as she swallows. “Pretty sure I can manage at least one. Things never really go according to plan, and I am a sucker for heroics.” She offers an exaggerated shrug, poking fun mostly at herself.
