WESSEX
The sand doesn’t seem to bother Loki, the dragon just holds her head up high to make sure the sticks don’t drag on the ground and make the bundle even more difficult to carry. She follows with a bounce in Paige’s wake, following suit by depositing the sticks on the pile. “Oh of course, very smart,” the older Natural readily agrees and waits until Paige dismounts before easily tugging the log back about foot or so. She then walks to the other side and tries to gauge how she might feel being that close to the fire and determines that it’s probably okay. Turning to face the young Torcher as she digs (and Loki is on the other side, widening the shallow pit with scoops of her claws), Wessex gestures. “How’s that?” wondering to herself if rocks to line the pit might be a good idea, she nevertheless leaves the directions to the boss.
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
