dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
In the future, she might well remember this moment, when he tells her he wants to protect, and that includes the Ascended. When he is proven at least partially a liar - though not for this task. Still, she cannot see the future and without any further ado, Wessex accepts his thanks with a small nod of her head.
“Ah, my Loki was left for dead, too, I think. Either that or she managed to wander very far from home as a hatchling.” Which, given Loki’s spirit, isn’t an impossibility. When Eira doesn’t come any closer, Wessex rises and brushes her bare hands against her clothing, closing the gap at the griffin’s trill so that they make three abreast, where allowed.
“Lead on,” is all she can say, gesturing for the hunter to send them down the merry path towards either victory or failure - or death. For her part, she keeps all her senses trained for something large and heavy - and anything else that might view them as a snack out here.
“Ah, my Loki was left for dead, too, I think. Either that or she managed to wander very far from home as a hatchling.” Which, given Loki’s spirit, isn’t an impossibility. When Eira doesn’t come any closer, Wessex rises and brushes her bare hands against her clothing, closing the gap at the griffin’s trill so that they make three abreast, where allowed.
“Lead on,” is all she can say, gesturing for the hunter to send them down the merry path towards either victory or failure - or death. For her part, she keeps all her senses trained for something large and heavy - and anything else that might view them as a snack out here.
