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
Her name gets her attention and she turns to see who’s calling, lips pursing ever so slightly when she sees the near unmissable Sunjata heading her way. “Sunjata,” she returns rather formally - let’s call it crisply - as they draw abreast of each other. His request is surprising. She looks down at the package in her hand, nods, and says, “Sure. Just a minute.” Stepping away, she flags down a younger child, gives them some instructions and points off towards the outskirts, then sends the kid on its way.
Then it’s just the two of them and a lovely Leafchange day. She gestures up towards where Theskyra House is. “That’s about as private as I get. Or we can walk.” The Ground isn’t so populated that there’s always people underfoot. There will be privacy elsewhere. It’s up to him.
Then it’s just the two of them and a lovely Leafchange day. She gestures up towards where Theskyra House is. “That’s about as private as I get. Or we can walk.” The Ground isn’t so populated that there’s always people underfoot. There will be privacy elsewhere. It’s up to him.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
