I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Glancing up at Nikolai as he approaches, Wessex grins and nods. “Always. I’m sorting the remaining weapons from last LongNight into what’s usable and what needs repairs and what might just have to be melted and reforged into something.” Gesturing to the respective piles, he might be able to see just what she means by the state of the items in each.
“It isn’t hard, just tedious. And sometimes all they need is a little love.” Like any hunter-warrior, taking care of her tools has been ingrained in the General. Clean the blood off the blade. Don’t put it in wet. Keep the leather oiled or it’ll crack. Sharpen the blade. Take care of the weapon and it will take care of you. She hands him something long and pointy and then turns her attention to a smaller dagger to her left.
“It isn’t hard, just tedious. And sometimes all they need is a little love.” Like any hunter-warrior, taking care of her tools has been ingrained in the General. Clean the blood off the blade. Don’t put it in wet. Keep the leather oiled or it’ll crack. Sharpen the blade. Take care of the weapon and it will take care of you. She hands him something long and pointy and then turns her attention to a smaller dagger to her left.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
