WESSEX
Wessex inexplicably brightens when Lilliane mentions their sibling. “Oh you’ve met Cam?” She has a deep fondness for them, speaking warmly and with a small smile. “That’s great. They’re wonderful.” A good first introduction and the perfect example of everything an Ascended could be - kind, smart, brave when necessary. Willing to help their family in any way. More personable than the General, certainly. Listening to the Outlander’s description of elements of her world, Wessex is intrigued - but then she always is. The infinite number of possibilities that lay outside of Caido are nothing short of fascinating. She wishes she could see them all. “Well, no fear, we have more of a bartering system here. Torchline operates more on favors and money than anything else, and Halo, food and furs and clothing. The Grounds is pretty normal. We need anything and everything.” She can’t say what the Fae trade with, and skips over the Greatwood to the aforementioned Kings End.
Gesturing in the general direction of ‘beyond’ the two of them, Wessex continues. “King’s End is a very green, gently rolling expanse beyond the Grounds. It’s vibrant and alive and we call it part of the Wilds. There are other parts too - the Climb, the Feverlands, the Oerwoud, Hak Etme, and the Draig Cordillera. And they all have their own beauty and their dangers…” But Lilliane should discover that on her own.
“What is your world called?” she asks suddenly. “And is war a big thing there?” Because of course, war is always on the forefront of the General's mind.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
