“Grounds,” Wessex replies heavily, tone laden with something else as she points her thumb briefly back at herself once they’re done shaking hands. While the Queen is trying to figure out whether she wants to stick around and chat or just melt away into the Undergrove, Aurelia asks a question. She misses it initially. “Hmm?” Following the Torcher’s gaze to the melted pile of smoldering goo, she tries to put it together with what she did manage to catch.
“Oh. Yeah, that was me. Sorry if you didn’t want to kill it, I tend to - react without checking in.” Or she’s just a monster, killing everything in her wake. But even that turn of phrase is just a liiiiiittle too self-pitying for a stranger.
“You okay?” The girl seems fine, other than a little surprised and shaken, but there might be something that happened before she got there.
“Oh. Yeah, that was me. Sorry if you didn’t want to kill it, I tend to - react without checking in.” Or she’s just a monster, killing everything in her wake. But even that turn of phrase is just a liiiiiittle too self-pitying for a stranger.
“You okay?” The girl seems fine, other than a little surprised and shaken, but there might be something that happened before she got there.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
