There’s a cry in the dark; the truth is that it’s the happy screech of a companion announcing their arrival to her friends who live there, Haai and most recently, the cool little starwhale. Loki trumpets again, trilling into the air as she does little acrobatic swoops outside, her bonded looking far worse for the wear. She is concerned, of course, but the Wraith’s state is becoming de rigeur and Loki is young and adaptable.
Wessex looks around with a slightly confused expression. She recognizes the Slagveld but she can’t imagine why they’re here. Shouldn’t she be looking for the metal? Or leading the Grounds. Well, there must be a reason, because she rarely does anything without a reason, so… maybe Nate or Sunjata or Magrethe know.
The light, wherever it is, hits her back and makes her a silhouette, her shadow stretching before her to mingle with the other shadows flooding through the door. Loki, too, is little more than a more animated dark shape.
Wessex looks around with a slightly confused expression. She recognizes the Slagveld but she can’t imagine why they’re here. Shouldn’t she be looking for the metal? Or leading the Grounds. Well, there must be a reason, because she rarely does anything without a reason, so… maybe Nate or Sunjata or Magrethe know.
The light, wherever it is, hits her back and makes her a silhouette, her shadow stretching before her to mingle with the other shadows flooding through the door. Loki, too, is little more than a more animated dark shape.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
