I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Not too long from now, the discus will become a chakram, wedded to her hand and razor-sharp, but for now it sails safely between them, made perfectly smooth and cylindrical by their maker. And if there’s a little edge to it that catches them unawares, it’s nothing a couple of nanites can’t easily handle. Wessex catches it, far more practiced than she was at the end of Flowerbirth.
She can’t hold back the sudden laugh at the news that the women of her family were great debaters. Is it code for getting drunk and yelling at each other? Fighting through their opinions? Or were they truly smart, articulate debaters who used words instead of weapons? Wessx is quickly caught up in Cal’s description of her family, and the oddest thought drifts into her head. What of her uncles and grandfathers? Did they marry mild men - and did the menfolk of the Grounds know what they were getting into when they married one of her ancestors?
Coming back to the present at the faintest hint of a compliment, the Wraith’s brows arch incredulously. “Oh? And what have you heard about me?” Which is not to say that she’s surprised he’s heard anything, just that she’s terribly curious what the gossip is.
“Come on - the good, the bad. All of it.” Grinning a big, she encourages him again by continuing with passing the discus - though this time she purposefully aims it high and past him.
She can’t hold back the sudden laugh at the news that the women of her family were great debaters. Is it code for getting drunk and yelling at each other? Fighting through their opinions? Or were they truly smart, articulate debaters who used words instead of weapons? Wessx is quickly caught up in Cal’s description of her family, and the oddest thought drifts into her head. What of her uncles and grandfathers? Did they marry mild men - and did the menfolk of the Grounds know what they were getting into when they married one of her ancestors?
Coming back to the present at the faintest hint of a compliment, the Wraith’s brows arch incredulously. “Oh? And what have you heard about me?” Which is not to say that she’s surprised he’s heard anything, just that she’s terribly curious what the gossip is.
“Come on - the good, the bad. All of it.” Grinning a big, she encourages him again by continuing with passing the discus - though this time she purposefully aims it high and past him.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
