you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
She makes room for the lion, one hand absently patting him while the other points up, her eyes following as she stares silently at the carvings. One finger seems to trace something in the air - hallucination or real, who can know? Can she even trust what she sees? It swims in front of her, becomes coherent, and she inhales with a low “Oooooh…” Sitting up, the Wraith keeps her eyes trained on the words - then stands - and nothing changes.
Her arm remains lifted and it’s like she can touch them, her arm elongating until it is unnatural and she is entirely a robot. Entirely the un-original Wessex. She’s come so far, hasn’t she, from hunter and part-time hired blade to demigod and Queen twice over, standing under this marble arch. Even with the water nearby her gaze is full of awe as something about this place’s purpose registers with her.
“I have to show Magrethe this…”
Her arm remains lifted and it’s like she can touch them, her arm elongating until it is unnatural and she is entirely a robot. Entirely the un-original Wessex. She’s come so far, hasn’t she, from hunter and part-time hired blade to demigod and Queen twice over, standing under this marble arch. Even with the water nearby her gaze is full of awe as something about this place’s purpose registers with her.
“I have to show Magrethe this…”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
