It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Maybe it’s her age, or her gifts - the ability to be anywhere at any given time is enough to give even the most humble laborer belief in a dream.
“It’s selfish, I know,” the Wraith admits, spreading her hands helplessly, “But forty years in a cage is -” torture, pure and simple. A tad dramatic for Wessex’s taste when amongst friends, but the sentiment is in the twitch of her lips, the clenching of her jaws. As much as she wants to, she cannot unsee all the starving people, the mutated animals, barren and flooded fields, her sister’s last rattling breath - living in the Grounds has made her who she is. “So this is what’s right for me, right now. I’d like to see the world before I have to go up against Gods and demigods and former friends.” Bleak though it may be, Wessex harbors no illusions. It’s why she’s here, with the two of them.
“But to answer your question, I don’t know. I’m not even sure there’s an obvious choice. Two people, maybe, or council - though that’s terribly slow when you need a quick decision. I know I’d like to stay on in a sort of ‘General’ slash military position. Train those who want to learn to fight - and how to work together.” Something they were sorely lacking in last time around. Looking again from Bastien to Henry, Wessex leans forward, elbows on the table.
“A vote might be best, but who would you choose, what would you do? What do you think is best for the Grounds?” Leaving the door open to nominate themselves, to say she should stay, to propose anything they like, the Queen gives her Advisors the floor.
“It’s selfish, I know,” the Wraith admits, spreading her hands helplessly, “But forty years in a cage is -” torture, pure and simple. A tad dramatic for Wessex’s taste when amongst friends, but the sentiment is in the twitch of her lips, the clenching of her jaws. As much as she wants to, she cannot unsee all the starving people, the mutated animals, barren and flooded fields, her sister’s last rattling breath - living in the Grounds has made her who she is. “So this is what’s right for me, right now. I’d like to see the world before I have to go up against Gods and demigods and former friends.” Bleak though it may be, Wessex harbors no illusions. It’s why she’s here, with the two of them.
“But to answer your question, I don’t know. I’m not even sure there’s an obvious choice. Two people, maybe, or council - though that’s terribly slow when you need a quick decision. I know I’d like to stay on in a sort of ‘General’ slash military position. Train those who want to learn to fight - and how to work together.” Something they were sorely lacking in last time around. Looking again from Bastien to Henry, Wessex leans forward, elbows on the table.
“A vote might be best, but who would you choose, what would you do? What do you think is best for the Grounds?” Leaving the door open to nominate themselves, to say she should stay, to propose anything they like, the Queen gives her Advisors the floor.
