WESSEX
Luckily for them (all of them), a small group had already done some cleaning, so that might not take too long; the rebuilding would be the bulk of it, the stone probably able to be collected beforehand, what with all the ruins nearby. Wessex, too, sinks into a thoughtful position, gazing at the space and then closing her eyes to try and envision exactly what she wants. “Hmmm?” she hums in response about a bedroom. Oh. How thoughtful. She smiles and nods. “Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea. Being homeless isn’t a good look for a General, is it?” Not that she couldn’t shack up with anyone if need be, but… her gaze drifts across the empty space to the Grounds and she sighs ever so softly to herself.
No one wants big sister looking over their shoulder all day, every day.
“The armory isn’t in terrible shape,” she says, pulling herself back. “The roof came in, but it should still be mostly okay.”
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
