WESSEX
Following Phi’s direction as best she can, Wessex moves in minute increments until told to stop, at which point she slowly and carefully releases the trunk from her grasp and backs away. Careful in her attempt to keep from touching the branches and therefore knocking it askew again, it might seem like an exaggerated caution, but the General is slowly becoming aware of her strength and how it might hurt others.
Perfect, she declares with a ruffling clink of her metal feathers. A smile seems to linger for a moment in her open beak before she reaches for the next tree, just like before, ready to put it in the next hole with her sister’s guidance.
Perfect, she declares with a ruffling clink of her metal feathers. A smile seems to linger for a moment in her open beak before she reaches for the next tree, just like before, ready to put it in the next hole with her sister’s guidance.
the resistance
never backing down
never backing down
