W E S S E X
Ophelia hadn’t seen her either? The General’s frown deepens into genuine concern and she reaches out to Loki, if she’s nearby, to ask her companion to take a look at Mabel’s farm and see if anyone is there.
Wessex would go later, herself. For now - she has another obligation. No, an opportunity.
“Oh?” she replies, perhaps surprised and her surprise that Phi had once herded cattle. It shouldn’t be, but it only goes to serve how little she truly knew about them. “Well, almost anything can be a weapon if you want it to be. There are some that are mostly offensive - your sharp, pointy things, the ones that slice and dice. Then you have some that are also defensive, ummm…” humming quietly in the back of her throat to think of more than one example, it doesn’t take her more than a few seconds. “Anything long, that can keep opponents at bay - like the scythe, yeah. Or a shield with sharp edges. A whip, however, can pull someone’s feet out from underneath them, trip them up, hold them fast, blind them.”
Grinning, Wessex steps back. “I had a Halovian friend who was fond of the scythe. She carried it almost everywhere.” Weaver’s face swims in front of her for a moment before she shakes it away and nods again. “Choose one for today. I’ll take the other for this session.”
So in this way, she’ll learn too.
Wessex would go later, herself. For now - she has another obligation. No, an opportunity.
“Oh?” she replies, perhaps surprised and her surprise that Phi had once herded cattle. It shouldn’t be, but it only goes to serve how little she truly knew about them. “Well, almost anything can be a weapon if you want it to be. There are some that are mostly offensive - your sharp, pointy things, the ones that slice and dice. Then you have some that are also defensive, ummm…” humming quietly in the back of her throat to think of more than one example, it doesn’t take her more than a few seconds. “Anything long, that can keep opponents at bay - like the scythe, yeah. Or a shield with sharp edges. A whip, however, can pull someone’s feet out from underneath them, trip them up, hold them fast, blind them.”
Grinning, Wessex steps back. “I had a Halovian friend who was fond of the scythe. She carried it almost everywhere.” Weaver’s face swims in front of her for a moment before she shakes it away and nods again. “Choose one for today. I’ll take the other for this session.”
So in this way, she’ll learn too.
The Wraith
