Wessex
As the other illusions fade away, Wessex play bows back to him before leaping sideways and away, tail high and wagging as she explores the capabilities of holding this kind of illusion for a decent amount of time - and while doing other things. It’s a lot and every now and then there’s a flicker of something else under the dog’s facade.
Understanding flickers back towards the Flood; she knows the pull of long-term dreams, even if they feel like a luxury she can’t afford to indulge in right now. That kind of emotional energy is hoarded, saved, stuffed into secret wells for when everything goes to hell in a handbasket - she can’t afford to allow disappointment into the mourning mix. That understanding, however, quickly turns to curiosity and she turns, fixing him with a tilted-head expression.
No. Never. She thinks the answer to be obvious. Not necessarily the nuances of why she would never do such a thing, but the overall No.Why do you ask?
Understanding flickers back towards the Flood; she knows the pull of long-term dreams, even if they feel like a luxury she can’t afford to indulge in right now. That kind of emotional energy is hoarded, saved, stuffed into secret wells for when everything goes to hell in a handbasket - she can’t afford to allow disappointment into the mourning mix. That understanding, however, quickly turns to curiosity and she turns, fixing him with a tilted-head expression.
No. Never. She thinks the answer to be obvious. Not necessarily the nuances of why she would never do such a thing, but the overall No.Why do you ask?
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
