WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
It’s explanation time, and the demigod finds herself relieved to finally be able to hear the whole story behind the vision. The not-knowing is something that sets her more on edge, and even when she knows she just has to trust the Voice, it rarely stops her from imagining a hundred different scenarios.
Finally, here it is. And it doesn’t sound… exceptionally difficult, all things considered. If it’s in Halo then the Wraith and Neron probably know about the area, what with their adventure to get rid of the cannibals and all. “Is it in Halo?” she begins, a second question on the tip of her tongue before she notices Edwyn scribbling in his journal. She seems to start with a sort of panic, a caution born of too many loose lips and hands. “Wait -” she almost seems to blurt out, reaching to stop the pencil.
“Not this. This kind of action has to be secret and that’s evidence,” she says, calm yet insistent on the matter. "I'm sorry." Waiting for the writer to do something like erase it or tear it out, she only glances at Amun’s pages when she’s certain the other man understands her. Then Neron offers up a mageglass pendant, and not only is she taken slightly aback, she's filled with a fierce bit of pride for his sacrifice. Whatever they talked about while they were sick must hav struck home. Or perhaps the former Warden is just growing up. There's a satisfied smile on her face before Amun draws her attention.
Her Advisor's written communication is at least a little easier than before, and Wessex is able to read it backwards. “Ah, dangers - yes, good question, thanks.” Shrugging, she looks at the Voice for help on this one. “Do you think we need to grab tools?”
Finally, here it is. And it doesn’t sound… exceptionally difficult, all things considered. If it’s in Halo then the Wraith and Neron probably know about the area, what with their adventure to get rid of the cannibals and all. “Is it in Halo?” she begins, a second question on the tip of her tongue before she notices Edwyn scribbling in his journal. She seems to start with a sort of panic, a caution born of too many loose lips and hands. “Wait -” she almost seems to blurt out, reaching to stop the pencil.
“Not this. This kind of action has to be secret and that’s evidence,” she says, calm yet insistent on the matter. "I'm sorry." Waiting for the writer to do something like erase it or tear it out, she only glances at Amun’s pages when she’s certain the other man understands her. Then Neron offers up a mageglass pendant, and not only is she taken slightly aback, she's filled with a fierce bit of pride for his sacrifice. Whatever they talked about while they were sick must hav struck home. Or perhaps the former Warden is just growing up. There's a satisfied smile on her face before Amun draws her attention.
Her Advisor's written communication is at least a little easier than before, and Wessex is able to read it backwards. “Ah, dangers - yes, good question, thanks.” Shrugging, she looks at the Voice for help on this one. “Do you think we need to grab tools?”
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
