WESSEX
Wessex isn’t so absorbed in the search that she doesn’t hear Amun’s tapping on his journal. It draws her attention with a glance, making her stop when he goes into further charades. Knowing now that he’s trying to tell her something very specific, she clenches her jaw and does her best to interpret aloud. “Tunnel - this tunnel? You. Two. Tunnels to you.” She shakes her head. No, that doesn’t make any sense. Then he takes out the gems and since Wessex hasn’t been to that particular cavern, she just looks at them and shrugs. “They’re pretty.” And finally, finally he tires speaking and the Wraith repeats the sounds back to him. “Eereeh rofeeb… here.. Before. Here before? You’ve been here before?”
Okay. Maybe her brain isn’t working correctly. “Yeah, me too. At a waterfall, though, not a fancy gemstone place. That is what you meant, yeah?”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
