WESSEX
Chuckling, Wessex attempts to clarify. “We have each other. She’s my companion, which means we’re soul-bonded.” The idea of anyone owning Loki is fairly laughable, not just because of her feistiness and spirit, but because who really owns a dragon?
Remarkably on cue, Loki arrives at an open window and lands on the sill, craning her neck in with a slightly annoyed pulse to the Wraith. “What? Oh. Here she is - “ Half to Loki and half to Cameron, the demigoddess introduces the two of them to each other. “Loki this is Cameron. Cameron, Loki.”
To her credit, the dragon is polite and offers a rumbled greeting, but her attention lies on whatever Wessex has pulled her from. “Dragon riders? Is that - did Ronin mention the Dragoons riding larger dragons?” that had always secretly been the Wraith’s dream, befriending a dragon enough for it to let her ride on it, scorching their enemies. But in the hands of another… the idea is suitably terrifying.
Remarkably on cue, Loki arrives at an open window and lands on the sill, craning her neck in with a slightly annoyed pulse to the Wraith. “What? Oh. Here she is - “ Half to Loki and half to Cameron, the demigoddess introduces the two of them to each other. “Loki this is Cameron. Cameron, Loki.”
To her credit, the dragon is polite and offers a rumbled greeting, but her attention lies on whatever Wessex has pulled her from. “Dragon riders? Is that - did Ronin mention the Dragoons riding larger dragons?” that had always secretly been the Wraith’s dream, befriending a dragon enough for it to let her ride on it, scorching their enemies. But in the hands of another… the idea is suitably terrifying.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
