WESSEX
It must be that anti-Ascended sense that makes the lead luxere start to swerve away from the two of them as they come in to view. Neron’s ice lances out and skims against the leader, evoking a pained and startled bleat as it tries to turn away from everything it hates. There’s a long line of luxere behind it, but they’ll have to act fast to catch the herd before they’ll need to running after it.
So Wessex summons a polar bear to the other side of the herd, telling it to run towards herself and Neron in an effort to herd their targets back towards them. The two of them will see the front of the column swerving back into their original line, and perhaps, just perhaps, the rest of the luxere will continue the original trajectory as well.
So Wessex summons a polar bear to the other side of the herd, telling it to run towards herself and Neron in an effort to herd their targets back towards them. The two of them will see the front of the column swerving back into their original line, and perhaps, just perhaps, the rest of the luxere will continue the original trajectory as well.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
