Stormbreak isn’t the place for Wessex to make her stand. If she had been able to find Mabel earlier then maybe, maybe she could have smuggled her out of the city and carried her home. Cloaked in shadows and aided by illusions, the Wraith follows Gideon. He's got plans and she wants to know what they are. So Wessex will bide her time and wait. Listen. Learn. Plan a better means of attack.
Today she wears a different face and a different body from her previous Stormbreak-wanderer, this one stolen from a now-unconscious crew member as he’d come round the corner. "Where you goin', Izak?" someone yelled after him. "Gotta piss real quick afore we take off," he called back. "Two seconds." He’ll be fine. He didn’t even see her coming. She picks up a crate from the pile and carries it on the boat, then below deck. The truth is that she knows very little about being on the crew of a boat, let alone one that flies.
Either she’ll pick the crew’s duties up, have to hide, or blow her cover. Or maybe she’ll just mysteriously become violently ill while they’re flying. Too ill to work. Bad fish for breakfast? Man, shouldn’t have eaten that discounted eel at Pavel’s, huh? Whatever the case may end up being, Wessex continues to load another crate, then finds herself conveniently below deck, helping to strap the cargo in.
I'm still here, Mabel, she says to the girl, guilt-laden about the delayed rescue and yet still attempting to be optimistic.
Today she wears a different face and a different body from her previous Stormbreak-wanderer, this one stolen from a now-unconscious crew member as he’d come round the corner. "Where you goin', Izak?" someone yelled after him. "Gotta piss real quick afore we take off," he called back. "Two seconds." He’ll be fine. He didn’t even see her coming. She picks up a crate from the pile and carries it on the boat, then below deck. The truth is that she knows very little about being on the crew of a boat, let alone one that flies.
Either she’ll pick the crew’s duties up, have to hide, or blow her cover. Or maybe she’ll just mysteriously become violently ill while they’re flying. Too ill to work. Bad fish for breakfast? Man, shouldn’t have eaten that discounted eel at Pavel’s, huh? Whatever the case may end up being, Wessex continues to load another crate, then finds herself conveniently below deck, helping to strap the cargo in.
I'm still here, Mabel, she says to the girl, guilt-laden about the delayed rescue and yet still attempting to be optimistic.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
