I write sins, not tragedies
How did they get here? That was easy: it wasn’t any mortal’s fault. “The Old Gods brought us here,” Wessex says simply. “They want this. They prod it along. If they could live and let live, it would be fine, but they can’t. So -” spreading her hands wide, she shrugs. There is nothing they can do about it except go along for the ride and try to survive.
Did their Lady have something to do with it? Perhaps. The demigod can’t say for sure and her hypotheses will always err on the side of doubt when it comes to the New God’s antagonizing existence.
“It’s a definite possibility.” She agrees when it comes to the talismans, though she’d like something that couldn’t be stolen so easily. It’s something to think about if the time comes when they need to do such a thing as restrict movement - though in her head it’s a last resort. “She didn’t seem to want to close the portals, but if it came to it I’m sure something could easily be done.” The bigger problem is in who they could trust, she thinks, but holds that thought tightly back.
Maybe because she isn’t sure yet if she can truly trust Sam.
“There are lots of different strengths…” the Queen begins slowly, unsure of how to navigate her feelings about the bookmaker and reconcile them with their need to work together. “You should play to what yours are, not what you think they should be.”
Did their Lady have something to do with it? Perhaps. The demigod can’t say for sure and her hypotheses will always err on the side of doubt when it comes to the New God’s antagonizing existence.
“It’s a definite possibility.” She agrees when it comes to the talismans, though she’d like something that couldn’t be stolen so easily. It’s something to think about if the time comes when they need to do such a thing as restrict movement - though in her head it’s a last resort. “She didn’t seem to want to close the portals, but if it came to it I’m sure something could easily be done.” The bigger problem is in who they could trust, she thinks, but holds that thought tightly back.
Maybe because she isn’t sure yet if she can truly trust Sam.
“There are lots of different strengths…” the Queen begins slowly, unsure of how to navigate her feelings about the bookmaker and reconcile them with their need to work together. “You should play to what yours are, not what you think they should be.”
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