empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
No, the suggestion of a compound to douse flames doesn’t suit her either, and she has to fight a rising sense of frustration - not at the Voice, who is only riffing on her own ideas - but at herself, for not being better prepared. A compound that extinguishes fire would be useful, aye, should something like the Sparkbird come again, but not fun. (In fact, it might be best for every new Ascended to come equipped with finger-extinguisher fingers).
And doesn’t she deserve something fun?
“I know. Wishful thinking, I guess… I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you figure out our fluid then.” Picking up the scale now, Wessex finds that she’s made her decision.
“Okay. I hope I haven’t plagued you too much with my indecision, Lady. A razor-edged discus out of this. That will always return to me, if possible. And without slicing off my own fingers.” Offering a smile to her goddess, she lifts the scale up to the light and watches it glint, ever so slightly.
And doesn’t she deserve something fun?
“I know. Wishful thinking, I guess… I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you figure out our fluid then.” Picking up the scale now, Wessex finds that she’s made her decision.
“Okay. I hope I haven’t plagued you too much with my indecision, Lady. A razor-edged discus out of this. That will always return to me, if possible. And without slicing off my own fingers.” Offering a smile to her goddess, she lifts the scale up to the light and watches it glint, ever so slightly.
WESSEX
