Of Stranger Things

WESSEX out of the night that covers me The Voice’s anger does not go unnoticed - indeed, it is marked even as she heads into the second question. But Wessex is still newly Ascended, she is still learning the temperament of her godly mother. She doesn’t press on to try and test her patience, but because she gave her word that she would - and even if it was to a distorted, infantile being, she will keep it. She nods in understanding. “Its jealousy was tangible. I made a promise to it, though, which seems ridiculous, I know.” But shouldn’t those who burn brighter exhibit an elevated sense of behavior? Should not superiority extend to at least some forms of… honor? “So then it would not technically be a lie, to tell it that it could be reborn… though I wonder if it is foolish to engage it again.” She drops off in thought for a moment, before her mind switches to something else that is far more important, a problem that’s been nagging at her ever since she saw that notice on the board. “How can I help fight the Demon if the majority of our forces do best during the day?” Waiting till the cover of darkness seems cowardly; she cannot let them do the heavy lifting and then Waltz into the Spire and let the Voice guide her. She is not that kind of woman. Nor is she asking for anything other than input. Mostly thinking aloud, since she has a damn good sounding board in front of her. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul