WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Cal isn’t the first to comment on her family, but it still strikes her as odd; only the old ones seem to know about the Theskyras, perhaps far more than she does herself. Aamu has prompted more than a few questions about who she is and where she came from, questions she thought to be long buried, uninteresting and unimportant - and perhaps they were, when she was the eldest.
“Of course,” she replies, offering out her hand again, this time to be taken. There’s no sign of the bite marks on her wrist now, self-healing and her nanites having done exactly what they’re supposed to do. “Might make you a bit dizzy, though. And we’ll have to do it in… two to three jumps, probably.” Raising a brow to him in silent questioning, she waits for permission before taking them all inbetween to Kings End, and after a brief cool-down period, to the Outskirts of the Grounds, then to the Settlement.
{Fin}
“Of course,” she replies, offering out her hand again, this time to be taken. There’s no sign of the bite marks on her wrist now, self-healing and her nanites having done exactly what they’re supposed to do. “Might make you a bit dizzy, though. And we’ll have to do it in… two to three jumps, probably.” Raising a brow to him in silent questioning, she waits for permission before taking them all inbetween to Kings End, and after a brief cool-down period, to the Outskirts of the Grounds, then to the Settlement.
{Fin}
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
