empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
“Ahhh, yes. I do remember hearing of Sunjata.” Honestly, it felt like when she was cured, she woke up and just knew… things. Or had a suspicion and was able to quickly confirm the facts. That week of recovery was rather odd and unsettling at times. “Did I… ?” her chin jerks a little towards the trees behind him, indicating the Fae. “Now that you mention it, I know there are things I did and said, but they’re fuzzy. And it wasn’t to do with the trial they’re trying to arrange, but something else…” All evidence of Juniper’s request is gone; she ate it, and she didn’t write it down. Poor planning, Queenie.
As for their son (how they keep collecting children, she’ll never know), she offers a warm, “Congratulations,” without any further questions, the bitterness of his laugh stopping something. “It is.” That much she can confirm. The world is crazy and beautiful and both beyond what she’d dreamed of and still underwhelming. Not in a bad way, she’d just thought up so many scenarios and creatures when she was a child that when reality and fantasy meet, there’s bound to be some kind of expectation.
She looks down at her clothes and shrugs. “Pre-Outlander Wessex. If you can imagine it.” Pausing briefly, the Wraith looks keenly at the Lullaby. "Are you alright?" The laugh. The wound. His general energy.
As for their son (how they keep collecting children, she’ll never know), she offers a warm, “Congratulations,” without any further questions, the bitterness of his laugh stopping something. “It is.” That much she can confirm. The world is crazy and beautiful and both beyond what she’d dreamed of and still underwhelming. Not in a bad way, she’d just thought up so many scenarios and creatures when she was a child that when reality and fantasy meet, there’s bound to be some kind of expectation.
She looks down at her clothes and shrugs. “Pre-Outlander Wessex. If you can imagine it.” Pausing briefly, the Wraith looks keenly at the Lullaby. "Are you alright?" The laugh. The wound. His general energy.
WESSEX
