WESSEX
“You’re not the only one who’s said that about their world…” trailing off for a moment, Wessex pulls herself back to a conversation with Chulane, who told her more or less the same thing. Religion was made up with no evidence of their Gods (either that, or they were unable-slash-chose not to communicate with their followers) and that magic and such things didn’t exist.
It was a definite possibility that the portal could remain open. Though Cameron didn’t have the same accent as Chuy. “When Deepfrost melts the snow covering the portal in Halo, you might want to find a man named Chulane. I’m not assuming you’re from the same place, but I also wouldn’t rule it out.” She has no idea if that’s comforting to the Outlander, knowing that they’re not entirely alone in an unfamiliar world. If they are from the same world (Gods, why can’t she remember the name of it?), maybe Chulane could explain some things better and Cameron wouldn’t need to worry about being rude.
Not that Wessex is insulted. In fact, she’s smiling at their enthusiasm, because yeah, it is fucking cool. “No, it’s biomechanics. I flex to release and contract, and there’s no pain because we don’t feel pain anymore. Our insides are… different.” Now that is something she’s a little wary to start explaining, and luckily for her, someone comes walking up to the pair.
The Queen looks over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps and recognizes the person, waving them closer. They pass her a note and she reads it, something dark flitting briefly across her face before she starts to rise. “Sorry, Cameron, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, and I hope to see you after LongNight - ah, please do make sure you leave the Grounds by then. If you don’t you’ll probably die.”
There’s no better way to get someone to leave than by insinuating assured death. Still, she offers them a fanged smile and then heads off with the runner who came for her.
{Fin}
It was a definite possibility that the portal could remain open. Though Cameron didn’t have the same accent as Chuy. “When Deepfrost melts the snow covering the portal in Halo, you might want to find a man named Chulane. I’m not assuming you’re from the same place, but I also wouldn’t rule it out.” She has no idea if that’s comforting to the Outlander, knowing that they’re not entirely alone in an unfamiliar world. If they are from the same world (Gods, why can’t she remember the name of it?), maybe Chulane could explain some things better and Cameron wouldn’t need to worry about being rude.
Not that Wessex is insulted. In fact, she’s smiling at their enthusiasm, because yeah, it is fucking cool. “No, it’s biomechanics. I flex to release and contract, and there’s no pain because we don’t feel pain anymore. Our insides are… different.” Now that is something she’s a little wary to start explaining, and luckily for her, someone comes walking up to the pair.
The Queen looks over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps and recognizes the person, waving them closer. They pass her a note and she reads it, something dark flitting briefly across her face before she starts to rise. “Sorry, Cameron, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, and I hope to see you after LongNight - ah, please do make sure you leave the Grounds by then. If you don’t you’ll probably die.”
There’s no better way to get someone to leave than by insinuating assured death. Still, she offers them a fanged smile and then heads off with the runner who came for her.
{Fin}
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
