As Wessex broke down Loren's wall he growled at her. It subsided into a coughing fit and he clutched his sore throat. "Dirty Wraithex." As she rearranged the ice, he sank to the ground as well and started crawling toward her.
"Do you think the shard is new? And we need to find out what is it?" Frowning, he rubbed the back of his hand against his sweaty forehead, then flung the moisture into the corner and glared at it.
When the icicle in her hand melted, his brow furrowed. It began to freeze again, and the rest of the ice crept around to wrap around her hands. Meeting her gaze, he continued to gnaw on his lips.
Then he nodded just once. "Melting isn't so bad. It's just a change of shape, and Frey already told me I was becoming." He rocked back into a cross legged position. "But I'd prefer not to melt alone." He looked into his lap.
"Do you think the shard is new? And we need to find out what is it?" Frowning, he rubbed the back of his hand against his sweaty forehead, then flung the moisture into the corner and glared at it.
When the icicle in her hand melted, his brow furrowed. It began to freeze again, and the rest of the ice crept around to wrap around her hands. Meeting her gaze, he continued to gnaw on his lips.
Then he nodded just once. "Melting isn't so bad. It's just a change of shape, and Frey already told me I was becoming." He rocked back into a cross legged position. "But I'd prefer not to melt alone." He looked into his lap.
THE FIREBRAND
Loren
