empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
While Wessex may not fully understand why Belril chose to ask that particular question now, she fully recognizes the importance of discourse. In fact, she feels a pang of something, (something that she’ll later identify as jealousy, missing her one-on-one time with her Goddess something fierce) when her lady begins to talk about the Order, but shoves it down and hides it by taking the offered orbs.
One she pockets, the other goes to Amun, “Take Belril andOliver and put this in the Fields.” The third is offered to Henry, as the other adult in the room, also with a short instruction, “Find Bastien and please put this in the Woodlands.” She would take someone else - Azrael, perhaps - and put their orb in the Outskirts.
As for the rest of the tasks… well that would be something to scheme about later, for she has no doubt that find the Order and watching - or tricking - them into using their objects will be an easy thing to do. It might be as much luck as it is opportunity and planning, maybe even going beyond the Grounds. “Perhaps we ought to have some eyes and ears in Halo and Torchline,” she muses aloud, partially to herself and partially toAmun. Looking up at the Voice, Wessex nods and sighs inwardly, privately longing for a time for just herself and her Lady. Alas, responsibilities first.
“Thank you,” the demigod offers at the end, simple and genuine.
One she pockets, the other goes to Amun, “Take Belril and
As for the rest of the tasks… well that would be something to scheme about later, for she has no doubt that find the Order and watching - or tricking - them into using their objects will be an easy thing to do. It might be as much luck as it is opportunity and planning, maybe even going beyond the Grounds. “Perhaps we ought to have some eyes and ears in Halo and Torchline,” she muses aloud, partially to herself and partially to
“Thank you,” the demigod offers at the end, simple and genuine.
WESSEX
