we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
She’d always found Torchline fascinating and in another life, maybe Wessex would have done really well for herself there. “I can imagine,” she offers in sympathy. It’s a one-of-a-kind place in Caido. Those who fell in love with it had nothing else to satisfy that itch.
They turn away from the shopping, rug in tow, and head back toward the tub of water. It seemed like all they were doing was waiting on time to pass, for Nate to return, for the War to start, for… whatever, whatever, whatever. Waiting like sitting ducks doing… what? Delivering water? Gods, it’s laughable, really.
“So - how do you want to do this?” Eyeing up a distance, the demigod takes a step back to think it all through. “You could ride on me - or in the tub,” and this suggestion elicits a girlish chuckle, “Up to you. I know where we’re going.”
They turn away from the shopping, rug in tow, and head back toward the tub of water. It seemed like all they were doing was waiting on time to pass, for Nate to return, for the War to start, for… whatever, whatever, whatever. Waiting like sitting ducks doing… what? Delivering water? Gods, it’s laughable, really.
“So - how do you want to do this?” Eyeing up a distance, the demigod takes a step back to think it all through. “You could ride on me - or in the tub,” and this suggestion elicits a girlish chuckle, “Up to you. I know where we’re going.”
WESSEX
