WESSEX
Torchlight, then. Filing it away, Wessex just nods in acceptance of his explanation, never thinking to question otherwise.“Me?” she clarifies, wanting to make him understand that she speaks only of herself. “Yes…” slowly, the Wraith draws out, wondering how much to let on. “I can do that. I can talk to any Ascended, anywhere. If I want to.” The same can’t be said in reverse, but that’s another question.
“Well, not that often. It’s kinda rude, isn’t it, to hold private conversations and public ones at the same time? Unless it needs to be secret. Think of it like an Attuned bond.” More or less. And with two races mentioned in one conversation, she tilts her head down to the boy, “And you? Not Ascended, so…?” what race does he lay claim to - and by implication (though she’ll soon find it’s not a hard and fast rule) - what Gods? Is he a potential liability? Or an ally?
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
