Go
deep throat
a cactus
The last cryptic letter they’d received had ended up being to their benefit, so even though Wessex roles her eyes, she sets about gathering the items on the list. They aren’t difficult to find; there’s snow all around the the Grounds, so right before the Wraith teleports in, she sets herself to compiling a great mountain of memory snow. All she need do is touch it and bring it with her.
Tucked into her pocket is some bread and jam, for that most basic, yet delicious of breakfast (nay, every meal item), toast, and an incredibly irreverent flip book, gifted to her by a young up and coming Ascended artist. Loki hauls herself up around the General’s shoulders and away they go, arriving somewhere in Kings End, quietly, and at precisely noon.
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Wessex brings a mountain of memory snow with her, bread and jam for toast, and a comic flip book about what it would be like if Safrin and Ludo were fucking.
Tucked into her pocket is some bread and jam, for that most basic, yet delicious of breakfast (nay, every meal item), toast, and an incredibly irreverent flip book, gifted to her by a young up and coming Ascended artist. Loki hauls herself up around the General’s shoulders and away they go, arriving somewhere in Kings End, quietly, and at precisely noon.
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Wessex brings a mountain of memory snow with her, bread and jam for toast, and a comic flip book about what it would be like if Safrin and Ludo were fucking.
