we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
It isn’t really fair to race Sah, but Wessex does make a half-hearted attempt to keep her speed and strength in check as the two of them haul themselves limb over limb, hands scraping against bark and the quiet pattering of displaced twigs fluttering to the ground beneath them. It isn’t until the tree starts to get a little spindly that the Wraith stops and eyes the top, unsure how much higher she should go.
“The Voice doesn’t need a gift. She isn’t like the heralds in that regard, doesn’t need to be bribed with toys or shiny things. But -” she starts, before standing up against the trunk again. “Say I sent you, or if you want I can go with you and then leave you be.”
With Wessex is tow, the demigod thinks he would be sure to get an answer from the Voice and the Queen isn’t above such tricks to win Sah to their side.
“The Voice doesn’t need a gift. She isn’t like the heralds in that regard, doesn’t need to be bribed with toys or shiny things. But -” she starts, before standing up against the trunk again. “Say I sent you, or if you want I can go with you and then leave you be.”
With Wessex is tow, the demigod thinks he would be sure to get an answer from the Voice and the Queen isn’t above such tricks to win Sah to their side.
WESSEX
