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It was a stupid question, but they both know that now. Moving easily on, Wessex nods, almost enthusiastically. “Don’t know exactly what yet, other than new Barracks that can’t burn. Azrael is working on some plans. They’ve got some solid design and planning skills - might actually be able to turn the Grounds into something more than a backward shithole.” Brightly said, the Queen is clearly optimistic, refusing the linger on the unsaid if.
If they all survive what’s coming.
If there’s time.
Looking for a sword shouldn’t be too hard. A couple of speaking squirrels seem to linger on the fringes of their conversation, quiet for now, but either looking for handouts or to lure them deeper in. Loki eyes them with a little pulse of predatory instinct along their bond, and Wessex returns the feeling, reaching for her discus.
“Want some help looking for it?”
If they all survive what’s coming.
If there’s time.
Looking for a sword shouldn’t be too hard. A couple of speaking squirrels seem to linger on the fringes of their conversation, quiet for now, but either looking for handouts or to lure them deeper in. Loki eyes them with a little pulse of predatory instinct along their bond, and Wessex returns the feeling, reaching for her discus.
“Want some help looking for it?”
WESSEX
