WESSEX
Wessex nods in understanding. The rest of the family - those who believed that idea, at least - were probably a little more fierce than Azrael, more prepared than them. It can’t be easy growing up right now and the Wraith nods in understanding. “If you ever want company, I’m sure any of us will go somewhere with you.” They need only ask. They kiiiind of give her an in to the second conversation she needs to have with them, so Wessex takes the opportunity as they walk. “Have you thought about asking the Voice for something that might help you feel safer? Something defensive, maybe?” She’s sure Bastien would feel better if Azrael had a bit of natural protection - one less thing to worry about with all that’s about to be heaped on his shoulders.
As for anything fun? She hums in the back of her throat in consideration for a moment, before coming up with something. “I got to explore under the Underground with Sam and Peter and Sunjata. Have you ever met Peter? He lives in Torchline right now. Anyway, we were looking for someone called the Prince and we found some very cool things down there.”
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
