WESSEX
As soon as they open their mouth and ask about Frey, Wessex knows they’re an Outlander. She relaxes, though perhaps not visibly, but if there was an edge to her tone it’s certainly gone. “Right. Frey has two parts - sex and nature. While the Voice is… well, not quite the Goddess of anything in particular. We have tech but She’s more than that.” It was a good not-question, something that Wessex would hopefully think about later - after everything, when she has time to think about such things again.
“I can tell,” she says with a wry half-grin. “I’m Wessex. Queen of the Grounds. What does using pronouns mean? Do you mean you are a they?” Tilting her head at the curious phrase, she knows of several who are neither he nor she, but they’ve never said it like this before.
“I can tell,” she says with a wry half-grin. “I’m Wessex. Queen of the Grounds. What does using pronouns mean? Do you mean you are a they?” Tilting her head at the curious phrase, she knows of several who are neither he nor she, but they’ve never said it like this before.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
