“Mhmmmmm,” Wessex hums, keeping an eye on the shadows behind Nate. He’s right about at least one thing - she wouldn’t let anything happen to him or Pemota. He’s got more guardian angels than he might know what to do with, but that says an awful lot about him (or does it say more to his protectors?), doesn’t it? “The Queen… thing.” She mimes putting a crown on her head. “Evie’s gone.” No idea where, but that left a hole and someone had to step up. “And Oliver isn’t a king,” she adds, with a little chuckle and a shake of her head.
No, he’s just a skinny boy.
“No metal,” she parrots back, making a face. “It’s okay, we’ll get it eventually.” That, at least, she fervently believes. The Voice won’t let them die. Even if she’s scared of them like this, she won’t let her children die. She won’t, she -
“Did you know Loren’s a lion? We went to a waterfall and it was terrible with all the water there, but he was a big lion and I almost left him there, but -” she ends up shrugging, gaze falling to the floor, where she’s taken with some dust. “Cats really hate water.” It is known.
No, he’s just a skinny boy.
“No metal,” she parrots back, making a face. “It’s okay, we’ll get it eventually.” That, at least, she fervently believes. The Voice won’t let them die. Even if she’s scared of them like this, she won’t let her children die. She won’t, she -
“Did you know Loren’s a lion? We went to a waterfall and it was terrible with all the water there, but he was a big lion and I almost left him there, but -” she ends up shrugging, gaze falling to the floor, where she’s taken with some dust. “Cats really hate water.” It is known.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
