WESSEX
Surprised by their hug, Wessex allows herself to be pulled into it and wraps her arms briefly around the tall teen. As they pull away, she looks up at them with a mock puzzled expression, playing the Aunt she’s always wanted to be, “I swear, you’ve gotten taller, Az.” There’s a warmth behind her eyes that few get to see - but their youngest has always held some of her affection - and she turns it on them now. “Well I need to move out of Theskyra House - nope,” she cuts herself off in a pointed reminder. “- Town Hall. We’re calling it Town Hall now. So I need to get a move on those Barracks. Do you have the time to talk about them?” She probably should have sent a note ahead, asking if Azrael could be make themselves free - but she can always come back. Hopeful but not demanding, Wessex’s weight shifts as she asks if they’ve got an time to spare.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
