I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Maybe it’s the easy nickname or the kindred spirit that she recognizes in him, but comfortable sort of lull washes over her. As if they’d weighed and measured each other and found the other not only acceptable, but likeable. It’s both a surprise and not to the Wraith, because she knows how to talk to Cal, how to interact with him, can trust that like when throwing the disc, he will either catch it or try his damnedest to do so.
It’s a comfort she needs. “Great, thank you,” she responds brightly. “I’ll let you know when and where.”
And then, as an afterthought, as she’s pocketing the disc, Wessex looks up at him with an odd expression. “Cal, what’s your last name?”
It’s a comfort she needs. “Great, thank you,” she responds brightly. “I’ll let you know when and where.”
And then, as an afterthought, as she’s pocketing the disc, Wessex looks up at him with an odd expression. “Cal, what’s your last name?”
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
